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“Okay, thanks. What did you have in mind?”

I think for a few seconds, but I have no idea what I can possibly give Declan. “What do you want?”

His expression grows a little dark. He lifts his shoulders. “Honestly? All I want is for my dreams to come true.”

“Oh…” I can’t help with that, can I?

“But other than that…” His soapy hand rubs his chin. “I would love to play on an amazing gaming PC like yours.”

“Done,” I say.

He gapes at me. “What?”

“After we’re finished here, we’re going to my place and you’ll play on my desktop gaming PC.”

He holds up his hands. “I was really just kidding, Mia.”

“You’ve done so much for my family, and I want to show you how much I appreciate it. Plus, Queenie loves showing off how awesome she is.”

His brow dips. “Queenie?”

“Oh, that’s what I named my desktop PC. A shortcut for Queen of Kickbutt. And her daughter, my gaming laptop, is Minnie. Short for Mini Queen of Kickbutt.”

Declan chuckles. “I love that.”

“I’m glad. Because you and Queenie are going to get very cozy with each other soon.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Mia

“I’m just going to grab a quick snack before we head up to my room,” I tell Declan as I open the pantry where I keep my junk food. “Before WillowBot can snatch it out of my hands. You want anything? Gummy worms?”

“Sure.”

I toss him one of the packages and then rip mine open. Sticking a red and yellow worm between my teeth, I tear it in half and sigh happily. “Now this is the good stuff.”

He gawks at the severed worm in my hand. “You murderer,” he jokes.

“I’m the murderer? You put your whole worm in your mouth.”

“That’s the right way to eat a worm. It causes the least amount of pain.”

“Yeah, right,” I say. “Mine could at least grow back.”

“It can?”

“Can’t worms regrow their heads or tails?” I think about it for a second and then shrug. “I don’t know. I think so.”

“You still tortured yours,” he points out.

With my eyes pinned on his, I reach for another worm, put it between my teeth, and slice that one in half, too.

And with his eyes on me, Declan throws another whole worm into his mouth.

Our gazes don’t leave one another as we chew on our worms.

“You have no idea who you’re up against,” I inform him. “I’m a pro at staring contests.”

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