Ten
My keys jingled as I pushed them into the lock, a happy sound. Home. Where there were no Jonases or Wattsons. Well, there better not be.
I hooked my jacket on the coat stand and threw my bag under it. Without looking properly, I stumbled through the hallway towards the living room.
Bang.
“For fangs sake!” I shouted as I stumbled into a pile of boxes and tripped down on the rug.
Footsteps sounded as someone ran towards me. “Lucinda?”
“Over here.”
William hurried into the hallway, panic across his handsome features. “Are you alright? Where’s the danger?”
“No danger, just mess. What’s with all the cardboard boxes?”
His face turned sour. “Oh, right. That. I hoped you’d tell me what’s with all the gifts.”
I groaned. “No, not more gifts from Derek.”
“Oh, yes. There are more in the
