“Why do you care? Ours was a one-time deal, as I remember. And he wasn’t random.” “What’s his name?” “Alfred.” “Alfred what?” “Alfred Something.” She glares at me, a defiant look in her eyes. “Not that it’s your business who I hook up with.” “You called him an ass, Red.” She laughs shortly. “I’m sure the trail of girls you’ve left behind would throw around worse about you.”
