Chapter 23

Avery’s POV

“What’s his name?”

I pause my actions of arranging cards on the tables and blink up at a narrow eyed Cheryl staring down at me with her hands placed akimbo. Her auburn locks are braided back into two cornrows, outlining the shape of her face and rendering her appearance almost androgynous.

Still in my bent-over position, I quirk a questioning brow at her, “Who?”

She rolls her eyes and stomps over to stand on the opposite end of the table from where I am and leans over the table with the support of her hands.

“You have been acting like a remote-controlled doll ever since you came into work today, and just now, you were staring off into space and didn’t respond to your name,” she pauses, “I called you five times.”

Oh, I’m sorry, Cheryl, but if your boyfriend happens to be the very person you’re supposed to be collectively hunting down, you’ll find that your mind becomes the most interesting place to be in at all times.

Also,