Page 84 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

“Absolutely not,” I say as I see that it’s some sort of delivery driver at the gate and buzz him in.

“Who is it?”

“Delivery I think,” I say. “But I didn’t order anything.”

“Oh, now I’m intrigued.”

I ignore my sister and head to the front door. When I open it, I find a food delivery person, carrying multiple bags from who knows where.

“Hello? Can I help you?”

“Delivery for Maeve Banks.”

“That’s me.”

“Here,” he says, handing me the bags before turning to walk away.

“Wait. Who ordered this? Do I owe you anything?”

“No, ma’am. All taken care of. Have a good night.”

I step back inside and set the bags down.

“What is it?” Quinn yells from wherever I put down my phone. “I want to see.”

I can tell from the smell that it’s Chinese food. And upon further investigation, I can see that the boxes are strangely familiar. It’s from the place Logan and I ordered from on Thanksgiving. And there’s a typed note stapled to one of the bags:

Maeve,

Is sending food cliché? I’m not sure. But even if it is, I don’t care.

Can’t wait to see you in a few days. Enjoy the food.

Yours, Logan

P.S. I know Jayce doesn’t like Chinese, so there should be an order of chicken fingers in this.

“I gotta go,” I quickly say to Quinn.

Her smile turns devilish. “Yeah, you do. Go call your man.”

My cheeks flush instantly. “I’m not doing that.”

And I’m not.

I’mtextinghim.

“Whatever you say, big sis. Whatever you say.”

I hang up the phone and quickly send a message to Logan.

Maeve: Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.

I somehow balance my phone and the bags as I take them all into the kitchen, calling Jayce to follow me so we can eat.

Also, I don’t know how Logan knew that I had no desire to cook tonight, but I’m glad he did.

Logan: Not too cliché? I really worried about that.

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