CLARISSA’S POV
Landon pulls up to my house. The deep rumble of his motorcycle vibrates through my body as I hop down. The cold night air bites at my skin, but the fire in my chest burns hotter. I turn to him.
"Where the hell have you been?" I demand.
Landon pulls out a cigar, lights it with the flick of his silver skull lighter, and takes a slow drag, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke into the night air.
His lips curve into a smirk. "Did you miss me, baby girl?"
I scoff, crossing my arms. "As if."
He chuckles, shaking his head. "You’re such a brat."
"And you’re an asshole," I fire back.
He blows out another breath of smoke. His sharp blue eyes lock onto mine. "I was busy. Had dinner with Elise."
The words hit me like a slap. Elise? The mayor? My stomach twists. Elise has a reputat
