Chapter 7

I’d just admonished myself to finish my work when a car door slammed shut and Pippa lifted her head. I was up and jogging toward the door, telling myself I’d just peek out and see when my dog jumped up and trotted to the door. My heart leapt into my throat, and I couldn’t contain my smile even as I picked up the pace. The knock filled me with joy, and I did a little butt wiggle and took a deep breath before I opened the door.

Same delivery guy, same box, same big smile, this time accompanied by a little bow as he handed over my prize.

“Here you go, Mr. Schaefer. Happy Holidays!”

“Happy Holidays!” I shouted back, laughing a little as happiness bubbled up. I waved, even though he couldn’t see, then practically slammed the door and carried my treat down the short hall and to the corner of the living room where I’d set up my home office space, Pippa lumbering along beside me.