Cellie's POV
I hung up fifteen minutes later in a rush when I finally checked the time, threw myself into the shower, and emerged damp and running late with my hair towel-dried into something that was not quite a style but was at least not embarrassing.
The TV was on in the background when I padded into the kitchen and that was when I found them. Two sticky notes, both in Demetrio's handwriting, both on my own sticky note pad that he had clearly located and used without asking. The first was on the takeout bag sitting on the counter: Here's some real food. The state of your fridge worries me. The second was on the fridge door itself: Don't even think about it.
I stood there for a full ten seconds.
