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I grumble as I draw another card from the deck. He watches me with a smirk on his face as I pull off my cardigan, setting it to the side.
“What would you like to know about me?”
He hums. “Well, I know the basics because of the file I have on you.”
“You have a file on me?”
I don’t know why that surprises me. If I were in his position, I’d probably want to know everything about the people around me.
“I do.”
“Wait. That’s why you claimed to know everything about me on the jet, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“Well, that’s not fair. You have a head start.”
He smiles. “Life’s not fair.”
“I’m not going to point out that you didn’t know I was a virgin…”
“True, but I know other things. Now, tell me why you went to business school instead of veterinary medicine.”
My eyebrows lift. “How on earth do you know about that?”
Because I never told anyone that I was considering it when I was in college. In fact, the only person I ever mentioned it to was my advisor.
“I have my ways.”
“That’s cryptic.” I shake my head and say, “I always wanted to be a veterinarian as a kid. I even worked at a vet clinic before I started at the hair salon. When it came time to pick, I went with the easier choice.”
“Why?”
“I guess because I didn’t have to defend my choice to anyone.”
“You mean your father.”
I nod. “My Nonna had just passed away, and I felt so lost. Dad didn’t want me to go to college at all, but it was Nonna’s dying wish. I think there was a part of me that was afraid that he’d make me stop before I got a degree. Vet school would have taken longer than my business degree, so I went with business.”
He's silent for a moment. “I’m sorry you had to choose.”
“It’s not that big of a deal. I make decent money and can work anywhere. In my free time, I volunteer at a no-kill shelter, or used to.” I pause. “I’m not sure I would have made a very good veterinarian, anyway. I get too attached.”
“I think that means you would have been perfect.”
“Maybe. Now, it’s your turn.”
He looks at his cards. “Do you have an eight?”
Glaring, I hand over my two cards.
“I’m starting to think this game may be rigged.”
“Or lady luck favors me.” He motions at me. “Don’t forget to take off an item.”
“Don’t forget to take off an item,” I mimic as I reach down, pulling off one sock. “What would you like to know this time?”
“Were you in love with Caruso?”
