Page 43 of Betrayed

“Jesus …” She didn’t have the words. But He knew her heart, and she rested in that.

She grabbed the steaming cup of joe and added stevia and half-and-half. “I need you, Lord. Soften Logan’s heart. Give me words—the right ones. Heal our hearts.”

Leaning back against the counter, she took a slurpy sip of the hot coffee.

A knock.

She nearly dropped her mug. Gah! She was not normally this jumpy.

She glanced through the blinds. A grocery delivery? She didn’t order groceries. Maybe Zara did, knowing AJ would be home. She checked her phone and the spot where they left each other notes. Nothing.

“Be right there.” She ran to her room and grabbed Harry from her nightstand. Holding the Smith & Wesson behind her back, she cracked the door open and snagged the groceries from the landing. They looked like things she would order.

“Hey,” she called after the delivery guy. “I didn’t order groceries.”

He turned and came back to the bottom of the stairs. “Are you”—he pulled it up on his phone—“AJ Jackson?”

“I am.”

“Well, they’re yours regardless of who sent them. I can’t take them back.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

She took half the groceries inside and set the bags and the pistol on the kitchen table before retrieving the rest.

She unloaded them on the table. Every single item was something she normally bought, or had bought last week. What on earth? In fact, these were the exact groceries she bought last Sunday when she ran into Logan. Had he … no, he wouldn’t.

It didn’t make any sense, and it felt off. Surely, she didn’t order them in her sleep last night.

She checked her watch. It was nearly nine o’clock. If Amelia wasn’t already at the station, she would be soon. This would be worth mentioning.

After tossing the frozen and refrigerated items where they belonged, she went to her bedroom to get dressed.

Her phone dinged with a new text. It was from him.

I noticed you didn’t make it to the store yesterday so figured you’d need a few things.

The message concluded with a kissy-face emoji.

A shudder rippled through her body. Should she throw those groceries away? Now she really needed to talk to Amelia.

AJ hustled to finish making herself presentable and dashed out the door as soon as possible.