Chapter 33: Melt in Your Mouth GoodHalf an hour later, when I stepped into our loft, I found the place real quiet, all lights turned off, except for the string of tiny white bulbs flickering across the living room. Wearily, I slipped my coat and boots off.
I peeked into the fridge, but nothing tempted me in there. There was some takeout pizza on the counter, and puzzled, I stared at the open box. We never ordered pizza. Probably Myles’s idea. I had an inclination to have a slice but knew it would only give me heartburn.
Time for a shower. I ran it hot, and leaning my forehead on the ceramic wall, shut my eyes, nearly falling asleep on my feet like a horse.
Christmas at my folks was in four days, and because I always had a full house that night, Split would be open on Christmas Eve. Afte
