Chapter 18

Micah's Pov

I watched Maya accept the flowers from Daniel. She brought it up to her nose and inhaled deeply. And then, she smiled. She fucking smiled up at him, looking at him like he hung the freaking moon.

I couldn’t believe I was competing against this fuckwit. The worst part? I could hardly believe that he was beating me. The next course of action, the right thing to do, was to drive off and try to save face. But I swiftly remembered that I was on a mission. In order to get ahead in this bet, I knew I would have to suffer a few bruises to my ego. I would try to put up with it.

Squaring my jaw, I approached the front steps of the house. Maya turned around and her eyes widened when she saw me standing at her front steps, clutching a bunch of calla lilies.

“Micah,” she called my name, sounding shocked. “What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood,” I lied. Behind her, Daniel scoffed. It took everything in my power not to glare at him.

“You were in the neighborhood,” Maya ech