HIS BABY TO BEAR - 16

C H A P T E R S I X T E E N

Libby walked right past the notebook with Jerome's name and number in it, ignoring it as she had done since he walked out that door. It was still open on the page where he had scribbled his contacts-large, looping letters and numbers that took up the majority of the available space. He was that type of person, grandiose in every way.

As she yanked on the doorknob, the doorbell rang again, and a delivery man stared back at her, his dirty hair flattened under his cap. He reached over with a pad, boredom raging in his eyes, before bothering to speak a word.

"Zayrah Magtangol package. Please sign on the dotted line," he said monotonely, a box under his arm.