When the door opened, Staci found herself looking up at the tallest man she’d ever seen.
“Pizza delivery,” she said.
He raised an eyebrow. “ A girl pizza guy?”
“Good tips.” She grinned up at him.
“Don’t your Mama worry?”
“This is Texas. I carry heat.”
“Ah.” He studied her as he pulled out his wallet and handed her a fifty. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks.” She handed him the three boxes and pocketed the cash.
“You sure you pack?”
Her hand moved toward her jacket again. “You want to see?”
“Nah. Just kidding.” He shut the door and she headed toward the stairwell.
Back in the car, she locked the doors, then sat for a minute before she turned the key. This was getting too stressful, she decided as she pulled out of the apartment parking lot. She either needed to find another job or actually buy a gun.
Copyright 2013 Loretta Miles Tollefson