Every muscle ached as Mac eased his bike into his driveway then into the garage. A package on his front step caught his attention and made him frown as the garage door slowly lowered. He cut the engine, swung out of his seat and let himself into the house, leaving his helmet on the dryer on his way through. Curiosity got the best of Mac and he fetched the box from the front porch. He couldn"t remember ordering, anything. Not to be delivered here. He ordered things all the time for the shop, but he had them delivered there. He only had personal orders delivered to the house, but that wasn"t all that often.
That didn"t mean he hadn"t ordered it. He"d been known to order things and forget they were coming until they arrived. taking the box back to the kitchen he grabbed a knife from the mag
