Zach pulled into Dani’s drive way forty seven minutes after he hung up with her. The first thing he’d done was to call the little diner that made take out pizza and place an order. He hoped she still liked mushrooms and pepperoni. Then he’d rushed to gather a few things. Things he hoped she’d like, then picked up the pizza and come straight here. He got out and grabbed the two grocery bags he’d brought, looping them over one arm while he carried the pizza with both hands. He reached the door and balanced dinner on one hand long enough to knock, not really expecting an answer but still wanting to warn her he was there and about to come in. Twisting the knob, he found it unlocked like she’d said. It opened easily and he went inside, closing it behind him.
“I’m here,” he called, expecting he
