"What was the name of the last album by The Beatles?"
"Abbey Road."
"Your favorite flower?"
"Lilies." I purse my lips, "Honestly, you could have asked, I'd have—"
”John Lennon changed his middle name from Winston to Ono after marrying Yoko Ono. True or false?"
"True."
"Not bad, I have one last question for you." He grins something fierce and it feels like a cold hand touches my heart. He’s trying to throw me off kilter, trying to ruin my concentration.That’s all it is. Focus Victoria. Don’t let him get to you. Don’t—
"When is Beatles Day celebrated?" He tilts his head.
"Umm.." I chew on the inside of my cheek, "It's celebrated on June 25th?"
“Ehhhhh!” He makes the irritating sound of a gameshow buzzer and says "Wrong."
"What?" My jaw drops.
"You got that wrong."
"Can’t be." I stiffen.
"It is."
"You’re messing with me," I snarl.
"I’m not."
"I don’t believe you."
"Check the answer on your phone."
I bend, pull the phone from my bag, "I don’t have a signal."
"I do." He hands me his phone, which I notice is logged into the hotel Wi-Fi.Why the hell hadn't I thought of that?
I pull up the search engine on his phone, then tap in my question. The screen fills with links. I open the first one, read it. Beatles Day is celebrated on 10thJuly, not to be confused with Global Beatles Day.
He grabs his phone from my hand, shoves it in his pocket.
My heart begins to thud. "No," I swallow. "It can’t be."
"It’s true, Gigi. You lost."
"Piss off," I snarl at him. My guts churn and my breathing goes shallow. This can’t be happening. How could I have lost to him, and on a Beatles’ quiz? "Hangonasecond," I frown. "How did you know all that?"
"All what?"
"Don’t try to be obtuse; you know what I mean." I stab a finger in his direction, "How did you pick up all those facts about my favorite band?"
He blinks, then cuts the air with his hand. "Everyone knows the answers to those questions."
"No,” I shake my head, “They don’t."
"It’s all there in the public domain."