Chapter 13
Carol Lynne
While browsing for aesthetic ideas for the Christmas concert early Sunday morning, my phone buzzed with a text notification. Someone knocked on the door at the same time.
Forgetting the phone, I rose and headed to the door, peeked through the peephole, and let out a groan before opening it.
"I come bearing gifts," Charlie said as he held up a small paper bag and a tray which held two coffee cups.
The scent of coffee mixed with baked treats filled my nose and aroused my appetite. I grinned, moved to the side, and gestured for Charlie to come in with a wave of my arm.
"Mornin'. This is a surprise."
"You're kidding, right? I texted that I was coming," he rested our breakfast on the coffee table and settled on the couch.
"Was that you? I just received it." I pick
