Page 42 of Red's Revenge
He’s not playing fair.
“Where were you born?”
“New Jersey.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“Full name?”
“Camila Victoria Greystone.”
“Any siblings?”
“Nope.”
“Occupation?”
I stutter.
“Um, unemployed.”
Red throws his napkin at BJ.
“Good job, asshole.” I roll my eyes.
“It’s fine. Go on,” I wave at him to continue.
“Favorite color?”
“Blue.”
“Any allergies?”
“No.”
“What kind of music do you like?”
I chuckle before answering.
“That would depend on my mood. But I gotta say, Country is at the bottom of that list. Sorry.” I shrug.
“We won’t hold it against you. Can you cook?” I smile at that one.
“Yes, I love baking, though.” Red’s hand is still on my lower back.
“Have you ever ridden a horse?” My cheeks flame red.
“He doesn’t mean Red,” Kit says, and then I hear a grunt.
I don’t even need to look to know Red just punched him.
“No?” BJ leans in for the kill.
“You asking or telling?” I sigh and lean back into Red more.
“Does a pony at the school fair count?” The room grows quiet.
