all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and wait for tomorrow. Sutton had texted earlier to see when I was going to be home, which meant she probably wanted to hang out. I’d told her when I got off, but I really didn’t want to do anything.
I strode out with Cézanne at my side.
“I guess I was wrong.”
“How often do you say that?” I asked her.
She shrugged. “Often enough. But I really thought he’d do something.”
A woman jumped out of an idling Uber Eats car when we started down the drive. “Annie Donoghue?”
I furrowed my brows. “Uh, yes?”
“These are for you.” The woman passed me a white box with the Death by Chocolate logo on the top.
Cézanne smirked. “Never mind. I wasn’t wrong.”
I opened the lid and found a dozen chocolate-fudge cupcakes with chocolate icing. My favorite.
“Are you going to eat all of those?” she asked.
“Have one,” I offered.
She cackled. “And here we both thought that he wasn’t going to do anything.”
“I can’t believe he’s doing this. I really can’t.” I pulled out a cupcake and bit into it as we walked to our cars. It was as chocolatey delicious as I remembered. “God, these are good.”
“I can believe it,” Cézanne said. “And I’m so glad that I get to enjoy the spoils.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes at her. “You’re ridiculous.”
Carefully balancing the box of cupcakes on the hood of my car, I unlocked the door and then got inside with the dessert. My insides flipped at another day of presents. It wasn’t the same as him apologizing, but maybe this was right. Maybe a good grovel showed that he cared more than his words would. Especially after all the vitriol we’d spewed at each other.
I immediately sent a text to Sutton with a picture of the cupcake box.
Traitor. You could have warned me.
She sent back a picture of her winking.
Hopeless romantic.
Maybe Cézanne was right. Maybe he would send something else today.
“What do you think he’ll do today?” Jennifer asked excitedly from her seat on the sofa.
“I have no idea.”
“But you think he will do something?”
“Well, yesterday, I doubted him and then…”
“Cupcakes.”
“Exactly,” I agreed. “So…I don’t know.”
Then the doorbell rang.
I jumped. I put down one of yesterday’s cupcakes that I’d been having for breakfast and hurried to the door. I couldn’t even believe this was happening to me. I’d never had a guy do anything like this. Once it was done, it was done. Yet, here he was, making an effort to apologize. Not with base words, but with actions.
I peered through the door and found a guy on a bicycle. I pulled the door open slightly. “Can I help you?”
“I have a delivery for Annie Donoghue.”
“That’s me,” I said, jittery and excited by the prospect.
He passed over a large cup with the letter J&B scrawled across it. Plus, a little brown bag. I took them both from him and turned back to find Jennifer had jumped off the couch and was running to see.
“What is it? What is it? What is it?”
I took a small sip of the drink. Fuck, it was exactly how I took it. “Coffee.”
“And?” She gestured to the bag.
I opened it and found two breakfast burrito from my favorite food truck. I pulled out the first, and my name was scrawled on it. I set that one down and looked at the other with a laugh.
“What?” she asked.
I passed it to her. “It has your name on it.”
She melted. “He sent me breakfast, too?”
“Appears so. Guess he didn’t want you to go hungry.”
“Can he be my boyfriend, too?” Jennifer asked with a laugh.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re silly. I’m going into the hospital. Enjoy the burrito.”
“Can’t wait to find out about tomorrow!”
A small smile graced my features. Despite myself, I couldn’t wait either.
Friday was my day off.
I was supposed to be studying for my boards. Not wondering if Jordan was going to send me another surprise. And if he was…what it could possibly be.
Cézanne sent me a text in the middle of the day.
Anything yet?
Nope.
It’ll be there.
Then, thirty minutes later, Sutton messaged.
Have you heard from Jordan?
I haven’t.
Gah, I can’t wait to see what he has planned.
Maybe nothing.
I don’t believe that.
I didn’t either. Not anymore.
An hour later, Jennifer was in my messages.
What romantic thing happened to you today?
Nothing. Just studying.
Tell me when it happens!
What if nothing happens?
But because everyone was messaging me, I couldn’t get anything done. Eventually, I gave up and took a shower. I’d just finished and was toweling off my