Red Riding Jack
It was damn awkward.
Mrs. Hawke cleared her throat, and I looked up and saw her dropping utensils, her eyes meeting mine.
Fuck. Here come the questions.
"So, Amanda, why don't you tell the family about yourself?" she smiled, and I looked around to see everyone's eyes on me.
I swallowed the pasta in my mouth, dabbed my lips with the tissue, and chuckled. I didn't know what the hell I was going to say.
Jack's hand landed on mine, and I could feel all eyes on it. I exhaled a breath. "I work at a café in Denver called 'SugarSips Café,' and I have a little sister—"
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