Page 43 of Red's Revenge

“You can’t be serious.” That comment comes from the silent brother, Stephan, I think was his name.

“She’s only been here a week,” Red says as the room groans.

“Red, you have to get her in the saddle.” His father raps his knuckles on the table as if that is the final word in this discussion.

“Yes, Sir. Tomorrow, once her friend is here. And the weather will be a bit warmer.” I turn to look over my shoulder at him, and he taps his watch.

I glance at my phone and suppress a squeak.

We’d been talking for so long that the hour flew by. I stand and grab our plates, but Kit stops me before I go to the kitchen with them.

“I got those. Go pick up your friend.” I nod in thanks.

“Are you sure it’s alright that Evelyn stays here?” I ask yet again.

“Sugar, she’ll be in the guest room you stayed in for as long as she wants.” Red opens my coat for me to step into.

“And where will I be?” I must not hide my smirk as well as I thought because when I turn to slip my arms into the sleeves, I catch Elizabeth’s eye watching us from the kitchen.

She winks at me.

“Oh, you’ll be sleeping in my room from now on.” His tone is so final and warm that I don’t even feel the need to argue with him.

“Let’s go pick up Evelyn. How long have you two known each other?” I smile as I think back over the years.

“Since kindergarten. She’s my ride-or-die. Have I warned you about her yet?” Red lifts me up onto the passenger seat and leans into the door while shaking his head.

“She’s a little reckless.” It’s the most diplomatic way of describing Evelyn Tucker.

“How reckless?” I snort.

“She’s a female version of you and Kit.” That draws up his eyebrows.

“Fuck, can’t wait to meet her.” I laugh as he closes my door.

“You’re gonna regret that,” I whisper before he gets into the truck.

“Bitch I hate fucking flying.You’re lucky I love your ass. Is this him?” Evelyn crushes me into a hug which means my face is in her tits.

I’m only a few inches over five feet, but Eve is damn near six feet tall. Her dark brown skin blocks out my vision as her arms tighten around my shoulder and head.

“Can’t. Breathe.” I tap on her arm so she lets go.

“Oh, shut up. You love my cleavage. Well, introduce us.” She pushes me into Red, who, thank God, catches me.

“Evelyn Tucker met Fredrick Justice. Red for short.” She crosses her arms, pushing up the breasts that almost suffocated me a moment ago.

“Mmm, nothing short about this hunk of meat.” Red arches an eyebrow at me before extending his hand to Eve.

“People call me Big Red. A pleasure to meet you, Evelyn.” She looks at his hands, and then his feet before her eyes slide to his groin.

“Eve!” I hiss, and she shrugs.

“How big?” I roll my eyes and grab her arm.

Red picks up her suitcase and points toward his truck.

“Watch how she walks if you really want to know.” I choke on the air.

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