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“Hi ma’am. Is this the”—he checks the receipt—“Devlin residence?”

“Yes, but we didn’t order anything.”

“It’s already been paid for.”

“Okay…”

“And I’ve already been paid to deliver it, so…”

I glance to Zoe.

She holds her hands out. “Wasn’t me.”

“Does it say who it’s from?”

The delivery driver looks nervous for a moment before finally shaking his head.

“So what you’re saying is yes, but you were paid handsomely to keep that info private?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.”

“What about nonverbally?”

“I was given specific instructions not to relay information in any way. The…donor said you’d try to ‘woo’ the information out of me and to stay strong.” He uses air quotes and everything. I adore this kid.

“Fine. You win. Hand over the pizza.”

Once he leaves, I take it inside and place it on the coffee table. Taking a seat on the couch, I sit there watching it like it’s a ticking time bomb.

“It’s not going to bite you,” Zoe eventually says.

“I know, but what is it?”

“Pizza.”

“Yes, but what does itmean? It is from Zach…right?”

She shrugs. “I’m assuming so.”

“So it’s safe to eat?”

“Wejusthad dinner!”

I scowl at her. “It’s pizza. You don’t turn down pizza—especiallyfreepizza!”

“Fine. Then eat it. I’m headed to bed.”

She goes to her bedroom, and I don’t move until I hear the door click shut.

Is this a peace offering? A goodbye gift? What the hell does it mean?

Finally, after what feels like hours, I open it…and burst into laughter.

Artfully arranged, the pepperonis spell out GAME ON.

And I know exactly what Zach is saying to me.

Istareup at the discreet building, watching and waiting.

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