That was at least a relief, because if worst came to worst she had an improvised solution to save things – her nerves could stop fraying any further for the next hour or two – but Declan still sounded terribly contrite. It wasn’t his fault that the vendor had sent the wrong size shipment. (Or – had she ordered the wrong size paper? Tess’ blood ran cold at the possibility.)
“Who accepted the parcel, anyway?” Tess asked, with a swift look his way. It shouldn’t have been accepted, if the order had been sent wrong. But if it was Declan she would forgive him, because he would be sorry; if it had been Fabian, she half expected he had shrugged the task of messenger off on Declan to avoid the fight. (The irony that Declan was the fighter amongst them, and still the best intermediary, was not lost on her.)
“Who accepted the parcel, anyway?” Tess asked, with a swift look his way. It shouldn’t have been accepted, if the order had been sent wrong. But if it was Declan she would forgive him, because he would be sorry; if it had been Fabian, she half expected he had shrugged the task of messenger off on Declan to avoid the fight. (The irony that Declan was the fighter amongst them, and still the best intermediary, was not lost on her.)
