Chapter 21

Mia

“All right, so where do we start?” I ask, holding up the paper. My voice is already dripping with annoyance because, honestly, this guy just existing near me is fucking exhausting.

“We can start by getting to know each other,” Damon says, flashing that stupid, cocky grin that probably works on every other girl but me.

I ignore him and keep walking.

“Mia Jackson, right? What a lovely name you got there.” His voice is so smug I can practically feel it.

I stop dead in my tracks and whip around to glare at him. “How the hell do you know my last name?”

“I did my research,” he says with a wink, like he’s in some movie where stalking is cute.

“Stalker,” I mutter under my breath, turning back to the clue. I read it aloud: “I’m something sweet, striped red and white. Find me where stars shine bright.”

Damon tilts his head like he’s thinking real hard—which, let’s be honest, is probably rare for him. “Hmmm. Got any ideas?”

“Nope