Page 84 of Grumpy Darling

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I added. “It’s just a few questions.”

“You haven’t seen the rest of them,” she groaned. “I’m supposed to ask the entire team this stuff. Damien too! If Bonnie thought this was going to help me talk to him, she obviously doesn’t care that I might die of embarrassment first.”

I tried to ignore the thick jealousy that rose up in my throat. I was quite certain Bonnie wasn’t trying to embarrass her. She was clearly trying to create a cute and flirty moment for Paige and Damien. But I was here first. Maybe I could spin this to my advantage.

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of how embarrassing the questions are,” I said.

She peered up at me, surprised. “You want me to go ahead with the interview?”

“Sure,” I replied. “It’s the least I can do as your dating coach. Practice on me.”

“You’ll really answer them?”

“I will.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re beginning to make me worry just how bad they are.”

“I guess they’re not that bad.” She gave me a grateful smile. “But feel free to skip anything you feel uncomfortable with, and you’re welcome to help me get revenge on Bonnie later.”

She set her phone to record again, and bit her lower lip as she glanced up at me. “You ready?”

“Nope.”

“Me neither,” she agreed with a laugh, but then cleared her throat and asked, “What’s your type?”

“Short, brown hair, brown eyes, smells like candy...”

She waved her pen at me in disapproval. “You’re supposed to answer these questions seriously, Gray.” Despite her dismissive tone, her lips twitched with a smile. Little did she know, I couldn’t have been more serious.

“What’s your opinion on a girl making the first move?”

Bonnie really wasn’t being subtle with these questions. Still, I could make this work. “Uh, I’m happy for a girl to make the first move,” I replied. “But only if she’s five-foot-five and has a secret obsession with snow globes.”

“Grayson!” Her cheeks warmed. “Stop messing around. You know we’ll be printing these answers in the school paper, right?”

“I’m aware.”

“And you’re happy for them to print that?”

I shrugged. “I can’t help what I find attractive.”

She didn’t respond this time, just stared at me like she was starting to wonder whether I was joking or not.

“What’s next?” I prompted.

She slowly dropped her gaze to the next question. “Do you believe in soulmates?”

“Yes.”

“Wait, really?” She lowered her notebook and focused on me, more intrigued by this answer than any other I’d given so far.

“Yeah, why not?”

“I just didn’t think you’d believe in all that stuff.”

“Maybe you don’t know everything about me.”

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