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"It's me, Rebecca."
That's all that Patrick needed to hear. He contained his enthusiasm so she could finish her words and could hear shuffling from where she stood. They were sheepish movements, no doubt. A friendly smile touched his lips and he stood aside for her to enter his home.
"That's so nice. Come on inside," he offered, inhaling the sweet aroma of the cookies. That would go perfectly with his late lunch.
Once she was inside, Patrick shut and locked the door, then made his way back to the kitchen. "I was just making something to eat. Did you want anything?" He opened the fridge again to feel around for cold cuts and cheese to put on each slice of bread. There was a lot of noise, including the thud of something tipping over. Ignoring it, Patrick pulled out the packages of meat and cheese to set them on the counter by his condiment smothered bread slices.
"What kind of cookies are they?" he asked curiously.
That's all that Patrick needed to hear. He contained his enthusiasm so she could finish her words and could hear shuffling from where she stood. They were sheepish movements, no doubt. A friendly smile touched his lips and he stood aside for her to enter his home.
"That's so nice. Come on inside," he offered, inhaling the sweet aroma of the cookies. That would go perfectly with his late lunch.
Once she was inside, Patrick shut and locked the door, then made his way back to the kitchen. "I was just making something to eat. Did you want anything?" He opened the fridge again to feel around for cold cuts and cheese to put on each slice of bread. There was a lot of noise, including the thud of something tipping over. Ignoring it, Patrick pulled out the packages of meat and cheese to set them on the counter by his condiment smothered bread slices.
"What kind of cookies are they?" he asked curiously.