Page 30 of Red's Revenge

The house was huge, just like Red.

A low whistle startled me, and I turned to see a younger man in a long-sleeved t-shirt walking up to me from the barn. His grin makes me blush as he looks me up and down.

“Aren’t you sweeter than my grandma’s tea on a hot summer day?” Wow, his smooth delivery of that line made me tilt my head in amusement.

What the hell is in the water on this ranch?

“You’re comparing me to a glass of diabetes?” I cross my arms to guard from his advancements as much as from the chill in the air.

“You ain’t from around here, are ya, Sugar?” I shake my head with a laugh as I glance at the suitcase by my legs.

“Christ, no,” I snort.

“Too much nature for you?” He assesses me closely now.

“Too much dirt.” I frowned as I looked around us and couldn’t find the offense that made me choke the first day I was here.

“Ah, well, you got to get a little dirty in life, or it ain’t no fun.” I smile despite myself.

“I’m not looking for fun.” I’m looking for trouble.

The Red kind.

“Now that’s a damn shame, Sugar. I was fixing to give you the ride of your life. You have a good night now.” He passes by me and up the porch stairs when I call out to stop him.

“Which one are you?” I’m confident this man is related to Red.

“Pardon?” He rubs his arms, and I feel the cold just like he does.

“You’re a Justice, right? Which one of his brothers are you?” His eyebrow arches as he thinks about answering me.

“Christopher Justice, but everyone calls me Kit. You are?” I offer him my hand, and he shakes it before I answer him.

“Camila Victoria Greystone. Most people call me Cami.” My name makes him drop my hand and rush down to grab my bag.

“Oh shit. Mind keeping this between us?” His request confuses the shit out of me.

“Not a chance in hell, Kit.” I tease as he curses under his breath.

“Fuck, Red’s gonna kill me.” He touches the small of my back as he rushes me inside the house.

His touch feels off somehow. Not unfriendly but more like, I don’t know, like family? I shake off the weird thought as the front door opens, and the most incredible smell hits my nose.

“Kit, you finally come…Hello,” An older version of Kit smiles at us.

I step away from both brothers, but their eyes track my movement.

“Skittish,” the new man says as the room starts to fill with more faces.

“Well, let the woman in and stop crowding her. I swear it’s like I taught none of ya manners. Hello, Darlin’.” My eyes widen at the man walking confidently in my direction.

It’s Red, but twenty-odd years in the future. Fuck if this is how he’s going to age, my ovaries are fucked. No wonder there are so many Justice children.

He chuckles at me as if he can read my mind.

“Like I cloned him, right?” His grin is so proud at that statement that I can’t help laughing.

“A few times, by the look of it. So, who’s the redhead in your family?” I point at a few fair-haired siblings of Red, and a woman’s voice answers my question.

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