Chapter 69
“Home sweet home,” Liz said sarcastically, throwing open the door to her house. They had stopped by Kelly’s so Lucky could pack up some of his stuff, then headed straight for her place. Now that they were there, they weren’t sure what to do next.
Lucky walked through the door and dropped bag on the floor. “So, we’re really going to do this?”
“Hey, it was your idea to live together. I was perfectly happy having this place all to myself, so any time you want to go back to Kelly’s I won’t stop you!”
“I’m sure you won’t. I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted. Why don’t we just go to bed and worry about all of this in the morning?” he asked, turning to look at the stairs.
Liz sighed and locked the door. “You know, you’re sounding like a married man already. Come on, I’ll show you where you’re going to be sleeping.” She started up the stairs, not bothering to look back to make sure Lucky was following. He sighed and picked up his bag again, wondering yet again why he was doing this.
She turned at the top of the stairs and opened a door, motioning for him to go in. “Here, you can have my old room. I sleep in Gram’s now. ”
“Yours?” he asked, peering inside. “Is this the only other one here?”
“Yeah, I turned Sarah’s old one into an art studio, so this is all that’s left. Sorry about the girly stuff, I never really cleaned it out. Anyway, this might work to our advantage, if anyone sees it, they won’t think you’re sleeping here, right?”
He nodded, liking this arrangement less and less. “I guess. Frankly, I’m just happy to have a bed to myself again, I don’t care where it is anymore.” He walked into the room and tossed his bag onto the bed. Liz turned to leave, glad to be done with the charade for the night, when the doorbell rang downstairs.
“Oh no, now what?” she grumbled, hurrying down to the front door. Lucky left he room, shutting the door behind him in case it was someone from the party, and slowly made his way down the stairs as she cautiously opened the door.
“Delivery for Mr. and Mrs. Lucky Spencer,” the man announced, holding up a large box. Liz sighed and signed for it, took the box, and shut the door. She turned to Lucky and frowned.
“Who’s it from?” he asked, descending the rest of the stairs. He peered over her shoulder at the label, but there was no return address. “That’s weird. Open it up.”
“Are you sure it’s not a bomb?” she joked, walking over to the couch. “It’s kind of heavy.”
“Is it ticking?” Lucky teased, joining her in the living room. “Just open it, it’s fine, I’m sure.”
She tore open the box and dug through the huge amount of packaging materials, pulling out a large gold plate. “What the...?”
“Let me see,” he said, reaching for it. He took the plate from her while she continued to search through the box for some sort of clue as to who it was from. He read the inscription out loud, smiling as he began to form an idea of who had sent it.
“May the road rise to meet you,
he wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.”
“Isn’t that the Irish Blessing?” Liz asked, spotting a card in the depths of the box.
“Yeah, and it’s got our names and wedding date at the end, of all things. When is this gift thing going to end?”
“I don’t know, but I finally found a card.” She pulled it out and pushed the empty box aside. Lucky watched her face as she quickly skimmed it, her eyes growing wide with shock.
“Let me guess, it’s from Bono?” he asked with a chuckle.
“How...how did you know that?” she said softly, still stunned.
“The Irish Blessing sort of gave it away. I opened for U2 a few years ago when I was just starting out, and he sort of took me under his wing. We’ve kept in touch over the years, so when I saw this, it looked like something he would do. I’m just surprised he got it to us so quickly!”
She looked up from the card in wonder. “Do you think this means we’ll be getting other stuff...from famous people?”
He shrugged, reaching for the card. “Probably. That’s what we do, you know. We send each other gifts when things like this happen. I just don’t know how he got this address!”
The doorbell rang again, startling Liz. Lucky snickered at her frazzled state of mind and got up to answer it, figuring it was another delivery. Instead, he found Charisma standing there. “Oh, hey, what brings you by? Didn’t you get enough of us at the party?”
Charisma grinned and stepped into the house. “Oh, come on Spence, you know I can never get enough of you,” she teased. “I just thought I’d bring some of the gifts by for you, instead of leaving them all for your parents to deal with. Hey, nice plate.”
Liz looked up at her, still dazed. “It’s from Bono,” she whispered.
Charisma turned to Lucky, smiling. “A little bit star-struck, is she?” He nodded and reached for the boxes she was carrying.
“You didn’t have to do this, there wasn’t anything there we couldn’t wait until tomorrow to get. We have to go back for Elizabeth’s car, anyway.”
“I don’t know about that, what about my gift?” she asked, holding out the box. Lucky blushed as he took it from her.
“Um, well, we’re really beat tonight, so....”
She smiled knowingly and patted him on the shoulder. “I just thought you should have it, just in case. Oh, and expect more of the same,” she added, pointing to the plate that Liz was still admiring. “The office called this morning to find out where to forward the gifts. Seems your colleagues are all wanting to wish you well.”
“Thanks,” he said, leading her to the front door. “Like I said before, we’re beat, so I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
Charisma chuckled at his eagerness to get rid of her. “Of course, sorry to drop by unannounced like that. I’ll let you two get back to whatever you were doing.” She winked at him, then hurried out to her car. Lucky sighed and shut the door, then tossed the box over to Liz.
“Take this!”
Snapping out of her trance, she looked over at it, seeing part of the nightgown sticking out of the box. “How did that get here?”
“Charisma just brought it, weren’t you paying attention?”
“Oh, I guess not. I’m just so amazed that we just got something from Bono!”
“Well, like she said, it won’t be the only one, the label’s getting calls already from other people wanting to send us stuff.” He flopped down in a chair, wondering if it was safe to go to bed yet, or if they were going to have more unexpected visitors.
“Really?” Liz asked, grinning.
He laughed, nodding. “Yeah, most likely. You sure seem to be enjoying this whole mess all of a sudden.”
Realizing that she was acting like a silly teenager, she frowned and shook her head. “Um, no, of course not. I still hate it, but at least this is a nice consolation prize. Unlike you, it’s not every day I get things from famous people!”
Lucky stood up and sighed. “Get used to it, then. If you’re going to be my wife, that means you’re famous now, too.” He started to walk to the stairs, determined to get some sleep, but the doorbell rang again as he was passing by. He groaned and backed up, swinging it open to find another delivery person waiting. He quickly signed for the newest package and shut the door, then turned back to Liz, smirking at the anxious expression on her face.
“Who’s that one from?”
“Give me a minute to open it!” He tore into the box and pulled out a large bottle of wine and a CD, then read the card to himself. “It’s from B.B. King, but the CD is for my dad. Figures.”
“B.B. King?” she asked, surprised that he would know Luke.
“Yeah, he played at the opening of the club a while back.” He walked over and set the bottle down on the table, eyeing it warily. “Um, maybe we should just save that for a while.”
Liz nodded, also leery of any kind of alcohol, looking up at him. “Good idea. After all, doesn’t it get better the longer you wait?”
“Something like that,” he muttered, finding himself suddenly lost in her eyes, wondering if they were even talking about wine anymore.
