Page 65 of Own the Eights Gets Married
Again, Buck started at the other end, ticking and slashing as the men answered the question.
“Brice, you’re up,” Buck said, working his way down the line.
Bricey Pooh mopped his brow with the hem of his shirt. “Cheetos,” he answered with a wince.
“That is not correct,” Buck replied with a sharp slash.
“Brice Hannibal Casey! Why on earth would you think Cheetos were my favorite food?” Camille called for all of Colorado to hear.
Jordan pressed his lips together in a hard line, doing his best not to laugh his ass off at the mention of Brice’s middle name. What kind of parent named their kid Hannibal?
Georgie bit her lip, clearly trying to do the same thing.
Brice raised his hands defensively. “I wasn’t sure if you wrote down the fancy food you order when we’re out in public or all the stuff you eat when we get home.”
Camille gasped. “My favorite food is organic Pad Thai with extra carrots and tofu. I have no idea why my fiancé would ever think it was Cheetos,” she said, addressing the group.
“You did wolf down a bag in the car before we got here, Cammie. That’s why I went with Cheetos,” Brice offered apologetically.
Damn! The guy was striking out hardcore.
Camille’s eyes went wide.
“I mean…you only downed half a bag,” Brice amended, but to no avail.
Camille looked ready to knock her bean spilling, or in this case, Cheeto spilling fiancé into next week.
“Let’s move on,” Syd offered, patting Camille’s shoulder and helping her back to her seat.
Buck tapped the clipboard. “Jordan, what’s Georgie’s favorite food?”
Hello, sweet success!
“Vegan chocolate chip cookie dough,” he replied, showing off the dry erase board. He even drew a tube of it below the words to highlight his artistic flair.
Georgie patted her heart, and his heart went flippity-flippity-flop. Sweet Jesus, it was good to have his Georgie back!
“That’s right,” Buck replied with a delicate tick to the score sheet.
That’s damn right!
Nothing tasted as good as victory—not even raw vegan cookie dough.
“Since I’m down here, let’s start with you for the next round, Jordan,” Buck said, glancing at the clipboard.
“Hit me with your best shot, Buck,” he answered, inhaling a lungful of fresh wilderness air.
Damn, maybe he was a wilderness aficionado after all!
“What’s Georgie’s favorite color?”
Georgie’s favorite color?
His cocksure expression faded.
Shit!
He had no idea.
