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She points her chopsticks at me. “You know.”

Then she makes a little gun with her fingers.

I stare at her.

She looks completely serious.

“Your family sounds fictional.”

“It gets worse.”

I stare at her. “Worse than family murder?”

“My sister owns alpacas.”

She says it with a perfectly straight face. Not even a blink.

I swear to God, this woman’s family tree needs to come with a disclaimer.

“I have a question,” she announces suddenly.

“Ask away, princess.”

“Did you really punch your ex-company’s president?”

I take a bite of food and nod. “Sure the fuck did.”

Her eyebrows lift.

“That’s nice.”

I pause mid-chew.

Nice?

I set down my chopsticks. “That’s your response?”

She shrugs. “Most people are assholes.”

God, I really like this woman.

I like her a fucking a lot.

“Speaking of violence…”

Her expression immediately brightens.

“I love violence.”

I grin.

I’m sure she does.

“You punched another skater?”

“She deserved it.”

I burst out laughing.