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It was kind of unfair since I’d gotten used to looking at them all without my retinas being in danger of burning out due to their hotness.
Now, with two additions, I was back to square one.
But since the hottest of the hot lay his head down on the pillow beside mine every night, and woke up beside me every day, I was oh-so-completely-and-totally good.
Summer was blazing in the Valley of the Sun, as usual.
The Oasis swung with the weather punches, also as usual, and we didn’t let the heat beat us down (in other words, lots and lots of pool parties).
But now, we were hitting autumn, so the temperatures were cooling.
We’d still have lots of parties.
Bottom line?
Life was awesome!
And now it was even better, the last girl in Trev’s web o’ treachery being off the hook.
We could draw a line under that.
It was a relief.
I sipped my Fresca through my pink straw on this happy thought.
The speaker on the desk sounded with Morgan Freeman’s voice, making us all jump.
“Well done, Angels,” he said.
Arthur was a total mystery.
But I loved it when he shared he was proud of us.
“One more thing,” the speaker said.
Uh-oh.
We all looked at each other.
Nothing came from the speaker.
“Delivery?” someone called from the open door to the unit.
We turned around to see a man in a familiar brown delivery driver’s uniform, his van parked beyond him.
He was balancing two very specifically-shaped wooden crates on their sides.
“Can someone sign for these?” he asked.
We all got up and headed his way.
Raye signed for them.
Jessie, Shanti, Willow and I dragged them in.
Luna went to the desk to get something to pry open the crates.
The delivery driver took off.