Bentley dropped Jay into one of the barstool chairs beside the kitchen counter. 

Sara stared wide eyed in shock. "You're not actually planning to just leave him like that, are you?" she asked. 

Bentley shrugged. "Why not? He doesn't know the difference." 

Sara rolled her eyes. She'd learned early on it was pointless to argue with him. "So when's dinner?" She wasn't trying to be rude, but she was getting hungry. 

Bentley winked at her. "Give me five minutes. It'll be here soon." His eyes were back to that playful, rich chocolate milk color. She noticed one of his soft, adorable curls had fallen across his forehead. He casually brushed it away from his face. 

Sara sighed inwardly. He'd never know how secretly precious he was to her. She tried in vain to keep her feelings for him stuffed way down deep inside. But it was at times like this that those butterfly feelings started to slowly flutter back up again. 

Suddenly, a bolt of bright white lightning flashed across the sky. Its blinding beams illuminated the kitchen from outside the floor to ceiling windows. 

Thunder rumbled in the distance. 

Bentley glanced up from his phone. "Hmm, a storm's approaching." 

Sara watched awestruck as another incredible zig-zag pattern of lightning exploded in the clouds. It was terrifying yet exhilarating at the same time. 

Bentley walked over to the windows to gaze out at the storm. "Pretty cool, huh?" he said, glancing at her.

The sky seemed to open up and rain began to pour down, blowing sideways in the strong wind. 

"WOW!" Bentley said. "Look at that!" Apparently he liked storms.

Sara shivered. She only enjoyed storms from a distance. A very far distance. 

The doorbell rang. Its loud, almost grandfather clock DONG DONG sound echoed loudly through the house. 

"I'll get it!" Sara said, jumping up from her seat. She raced across the foyer to the double front doors. 

As if sensing her, one of the doors slid open. 

The massive portico above the front doors kept the delivery guy dry. 

"Hi," Sara said, stepping outside. 

The delivery guy handed her three large pizza boxes. 

"Whoa, three?" she asked in amazement. 

The guy checked the receipt. "Yep, says right here. Three extra-large, with extra cheese." 

Struggling to use only one hand, Sara quickly dug a twenty out of her wallet. 

"Uh, it's a hundred," the guy said. 

Sara paled. "A hundred dollars for only three boxes of pizza? Where'd these come from? The moon?" 

The delivery guy scoffed. "Are you kidding? Look where you live! This has gotta be the freakiest, SICKEST, WILDEST house in the entire town."

Maybe for Bentley! she thought, humiliated. This would certainly teach HER not to blindly go running to pay for his mystery orders. He clearly didn't care WHERE he bought pizza. 

Sara fished a credit card out of her wallet and handed it to him. 

But before the guy could take it, Bentley pushed roughly in front of her. 

"Pardon me, but her card is broken. Please use this one instead." He handed the guy his credit card. 

"Sure thing, man," the delivery guy said. He swiped the card on his card reader and gave it back to Bentley. 

"Is that your ride out there, too?" the delivery guy asked. He pointed behind him to the black sports car. 

Bentley nodded. "That's Bad Boy. He's been very bad. So he's in time out," he said, laughing. 

The delivery guy shook rain off of his jacket. "Too cool, man. Maybe I can save up enough to get me one of those, too, someday?"

The smug grin on Bentley's face instantly crumbled. His car was worth well over a million. He dug an enormous wad of cash out of his pocket and handed it to the delivery guy. "Keep up the good work," he said softly. 

The guy smiled so broadly, Sara's heart wanted to shatter into a thousand pieces. 

"Ah, man. I can't take all of this," the guy said. "Super awesome of you, but--"

"Take it," Bentley said. "Save it. And then someday, you can get something great." 

The delivery guy laughed. He took the cash and gave Bentley a high five. "Okay, this is officially my FAVORITE house now. And you two are my FAVORITE couple." 

Sara stiffened. 

Bentley wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, she's a handful, especially when she's hungry," he said, chuckling. 

He didn't correct him, Sara realized, her heart soaring.