It was dark in the front as she had only come in the back to the kitchen, but yes she heard steps that seemed to move cautiously on the floor coming towards the kitchen. Lizzie looked around in panic and grabbed a cast iron pan that was sitting on the counter. She crept towards the door taking care to angle herself behind it, her back to a storage shelving unit. Suddenly the door swung open and Lizzie simultaneously lifted the pan overhead, underestimating its weight and instead of swinging it towards the intruder, the pan pulled her back, knock- ing into the shelving unit behind her. A plastic bin pitched off the shelf and showered Lizzie head to toe in fluffy white flour.
Stunned, both she and the intruder stared at each other and then the intruder burst out laughing, “Lizzie, what the hell ...”
“Don’t you what the hell me! Bennett what are you doing here? You about gave me a heart attack!”
“I was down the street when the security company alerted me the silent alarm had been triggered, so I used my key and came into check the system. That’s when I saw a light under the kitchen door. Did you forget to enter the code?” Bennett asked.
“Um. Yeah, I came in through the back. I completely forgot I had set the alarm when I left before.” Lizzie looked at Bennett sheepishly. It galled her to no end that once again he was catching her in a less than stellar moment. With all the dignity she could muster she stood up and got the broom and dustpan.
Bennett promptly grabbed them from her, “I’ll sweep, you go get yourself cleaned off,” he said.
Without a word Lizzie stepped out the back door and shook off all that she could. Why did it seem that every time she had an encounter with Bennett, losing her dignity was par for the encounter? She returned to see Bennett had even gotten out the vacuum to finish the job.
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