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.

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