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Chapter twenty-five

Evan was getting pretty tired of making daily deliveries to the diner.  Abbey could tell by the exasperated look in his young eyes.  The fact he delivered all the packages addressed to her on his bicycle told her he couldn’t live too far away.  The fear is his eyes every time he brought another package told her he lived far enough away.

By about the ninth delivery Abbey was able to get some information from Evan.  He was seventeen and saving for his first car.  With a car his deliveries in the winter would be so much easier.  It was difficult to ride a bike in the snow.

Knowing the man sending Evan, the boy would get to that car in no time.

Abbey sighed as she gazed at Evan’s newest delivery.  She had received a package every day for two and a half weeks, each one wrapped in brown paper and twine.  It became quickly evident that Sloan did not know the diner was closed on Sundays.  The following Monday Evan arrived with two packages balanced in his arms.

She took the scissors, cutting the twine and slitting the paper open.  She shook the lid gently to loosen it.  Her mind raced to guess the gift.  Was it more flowers?  More chocolate?  Mitzi enjoyed the gourmet chocolates.  Was it another pair of Betsy Johnson pumps?

It the gifts were a way to get her attention, Sloan got it.

The bottom of the box landed on the counter with a thump.  Abbey rustled the tissue paper to find what was inside.  Her fingers brushed against a soft crème colored cashmere sweater.

”Another gift?  More chocolate?”  Mitzi scuttled behind the counter to see what was in the box.

“Yes, another gift.  No, not chocolate,” Abbey answered as she pulled the sweater from the box and held it up for Mitzi to see.

“Who keeps sending these to you?”  Mitzi excitedly ran her fingers along the soft material.

Abbey paused.  How could she describe Sloan?  Her husband?  Her ex-husband?  Only one reasonable answer came to mind.

“Just a friend.”

Barker snorted from behind them.  “Your friend needs to be more careful.  The cost of those gifts could pay your rent for two months.  And we aren’t the only ones in this neighborhood who know that.”  He gestured outside to the street.

Abbey smiled.  She had no worries.  She hadn’t been able to shake the black Hummer since before the gifts began arriving.

“You are right, Barker.  I need to put a stop to this,” Abbey agreed.

Abbey gently folded the sweater and placed it back in the box.  She tucked the box under the counter for safe keeping then picked up her ski jacket.  She slipped it on, sighing at the incredible warmth in provided.  She waved goodbye to Mitzi and Barker, shutting the diner door behind her as she left.

She turned in the opposite direction from her apartment.  As she made her way down the sidewalk she ran through transit schedules in her head.  The bus would pick her up at the corner shortly, taking her towards downtown.  A couple of subway rides later…Abbey sighed.  It’d be at least 7:30 before she reached the penthouse.  She’d have to make her surprise meeting with Sloan fast if she wanted to get home before it was too late.

Abbey felt the sudden sensation she was not alone.  Her head shot up in alarm.  Beside her at the curb waited the Hummer.  Gordon smiled to her from the open window.

“Hello, Abbey,” he greeted, his brogue smooth and thick.

“Hello, Gordon,” Abbey returned.

“Where are you going?”

“I am going downtown.  I have to talk to…a friend.”

The salt and pepper stubble on Gordon’s chin shadowed his wide grin.  “A friend?”

“Yes.”

Gordon laughed and shook his head.  “Well, you can take your buses and subways and I will follow you until you reach your friend.  Or…”  He opened his door, stepping out into the snowy street.  He walked around the rear of the Hummer until he reached the back passenger door.  He opened it.

“You can get in and I will drive you to the penthouse.  Since we are both arriving at the same place in the end.”

Abbey stared at Gordon dumbfounded.  After several moments, she sheepishly climbed inside, settling into the soft leather seat as Gordon closed the door.

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About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

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