Usually Ruby or Wyatt would’ve beaten me to the door, but with my impending travel, I gave them some time off to head to Boston and spend time with their own family. “About time you arrived. We’re starving here,” I muttered, landing on the bottom stair with a thud. I threw open the door. There stood a pimpled faced pizza delivery boy, glancing around at the front of my beach house. His long, greasy hair was shoved under a faded baseball cap that resembled the one Jared always wore. Tattoos crept up along his left arm to a ratty t-shirt that appeared as if it had never been washed. In his hand, he held a pizza carrier. Velcro ripped as he opened it. “Good evening,” his droll voice lulled. “I’ve got three pizzas, one pepperoni, one cheese, and one ham, bacon, and jalapeno,” he quoted, reviewing the order from the side of the boxes. I nodded, pulling my wallet from my back pocket. The specialty order was all for me. The last time McKenzie and I had pizza together, it was what she ordered. I’d really never had an inclination toward jalapenos until she entered my life, but now, I ate them with practically everything.
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