Jenny heard the door on her way from the kitchen to the stairs up to her room. She was dressed for an evening at home in a faded shirt of Rob's and old gym shorts that had seen better days more. The most exciting thing she had planned was a lot, hot bath and a book.
She opened the door expecting to see one of Quinn's fans or maybe a meter reader. What she saw was Andy standing alone on the step.
She blinked at Andy before smiling. "It's not my birthday."
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