Chapter 59
Brielle
Both Mari and Rita sound excited about getting together, and I smile as I make my way to my home office.
It takes me four hours of non-stop work to whittle down the voicemails and put a sizeable dent in the well over three hundred emails that accumulated while I was in hiding.
Before I know it, my doorbell is chiming, and opening my front door reveals Mari standing there with a mischievous grin and a very familiar-looking box.
“Cheesecake?”
“You know it.”
“You rock,” I say and stand aside for her to enter.
We are just contemplating what to order for dinner when Rita shows up, brandishing a bottle of my favorite Moscato.
“Wow! My favorite wine, and cheesecake? I feel like I’ve hit the lottery,” I say with a laugh, and hug Rita tightly then lead the way to the kit
