Chapter 73. Death Delivery

“I’m glad you’re both becoming friends,” Dean said, and my racing heart slowed. 

“And it's great he could convince you to return home.” He continued, biting into a piece of bacon.

My blank mind couldn’t come up with a response.

Two more minutes.

If I delayed even a second, the Fletcher butler or any of the guards could claim the package.

Why could Louise not just have me pick it somewhere else?

“You are a special kind of woman, Olivia.” Dean’s sudden voice startled me. “You haven't checked out any of the gifts I got you.”

“Mmm.” was my only response, as I tapped my phone awake to check the time, because one more stolen glance at the wall clock would definitely get Dean's attention.

“I have something to tell you,” he said now. 

Pushing my seat back, I stood up despite his serious tone. “I need a minute. It seems Harper has something for me.”

That was the only ruse I could come up with. If Dean's claim of trying to call a