Aubrey's POV

　　The doorbell rang again. Matt's face lit up like he'd been waiting for this moment.

　　He shot up from the couch, nearly spilling his tea in the process. "That's for you."

　　I frowned. "For me?"

　　He was already halfway to the door, grinning like a mischievous kid. "Yep. Stay right there, don't move."

　　"Matt…" I warned, sitting up straighter. "What did you do?"

　　He glanced over his shoulder, that smug little ...