“Sorry, I didn’t order this.” I pasted on an apologetic smile. “Didn’t order what?” The delivery guy tilted his head sideways. “A package of red flags.” I gestured toward my upstairs neighbor. Rhyland barked out a laugh, clearly delighted to be the bane of my existence. He tucked his phone into his pocket and strolled inside—not before plucking the package from the clearly bemused delivery man and slamming the door shut with his foot. I followed him, narrowing my eyes at the nape of his neck in the hope he’d catch fire. “Actually, I have something to give you too,” Rhyland announced, placing
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