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“Glad to hear it. Would you mind doing me a favor and grabbing me a coffee on your way in? I’m afraid the coffee pot in our break room is broken.”

I couldn’t help but chortle. “Is that why you called? To see if I was coming in so I could bring you some coffee?”

“Would it be unprofessional of me if I said yes?” she asked coyly.

I grinned bigger at my reflection in the mirror and shook my head. “It’s not a problem, Harley. I’ll be happy to stop and grab you one. How many sugars and creamers?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll just use what we have here.”

“Sounds good then. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

I hung up the phone and gave myself a final onceover in the mirror, nodding approvingly before grabbing the device and heading downstairs to grab my purse. A notification from my camera app had me freezing at the bottom step. I opened the app and sighed hard with relief when I saw a delivery guy placing a package at my front door. He knocked twice, rang the doorbell, then turned away and departed for his truck.

After punching in the security code, I opened the door and grasped the large box, staring down at it in confusion. My full name and address were printed in sloppy handwriting, but the sender’s information was blank, which was weird because I couldn’t recall whether I’d made any online purchases as of late.

Huh. I wonder what this could be.

I didn’t have time to open it, so I shut the door and then wandered inside the kitchen and set the package down on the island, beside my purse. After snagging my keys and double checking to make sure I had everything I needed, I rearmed the system and was off to the coffee shop.

“Did you send me a package?” I asked Blaire first thing when I saw her.

She looked up at me from her computer and blinked at me standing in her doorway. “Huh?”

“A package came in with my name on it, but no information on who sent it.”

“Oh.” She frowned at me. “Sorry girl, but it wasn’t me. Did you ask Peter?”

“Yeah. I called him on my way here and he swears he didn’t send me anything.”

“I don’t know then. Are you sure you didn’t order something and just forgot? I do that shit all the time.”

“I don’t think so,” I said, shaking my head and shrugging. “Hell, who knows. It’s possible.”

If push came to shove, I’d break and call my mom on my lunch break. She and my dad were the only people I could think of considering I didn’t have any siblings, and my grandparents passed away years ago, so I knew they couldn’t have sent it.

“Alright, Blaire. Thanks. I have to go meet with Harley, so I’ll catch you later. If things don’t get too crazy today, then do you want to go out to lunch together?”

She smiled at me, nodding. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

I bid her farewell and then made the short trek down the hall and toward Harley’s office. After balancing her coffee in hand with mine, I knocked on the door. Harley immediately opened it and wasted no time accepting her beverage and thanking me at least a thousand times.

“Here,” she said, rounding her desk and placing her coffee down so she could grab her purse. “How much was it?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I told her, refusing the money when she tried to hand me a five-dollar-bill from her wallet. “Really, it’s fine. You don’t have to pay me back.”

“Nonsense.” She shook the money at me, urging me to take it. Just to make her happy I did, but it wasn’t going to stop me from slipping it back on her desk when she wasn’t paying attention.

“Do you have any updates for me on Delilah’s case?” I asked, eagerly glancing over at the file resting beside her computer.

“Yeah, about that.”

“Is something wrong?” I asked when I heard the shift in her tone.

“Tell me something, Charlotte. Are you having any issues with Rhodes and Hutch?”

I blinked at her, a little taken aback by the question. “No, ma’am. At least none that I’m aware of. Why?”

“It’s just that Detective Hutch phoned me last night requesting a new CDA for Delilah’s—”