"Women are better at scavenger hunts than men," Theresa warns the men.
Luca laughs. "We’ll see about that, shall we?"
"Everyone, settle down so Nonna can hand out the lists of clues to the various teams," Michael calls out.
The crowd quietens. Nonna pulls out a pair of spectacles, then glances around the room. "Is everyone really ready for this?" The old woman has a very pleased look on her face. One I’m not sure how to interpret.
"Go on, Nonna," Luca calls out. "Hit us with your worst."
"Are all Sovrano men born with big egos?" Aurora grumbles.
"The only thing bigger than our egos is the muscle between our legs," I retort.
"Oh, please!" She snorts. "Enough with the clichés, and how do you know your brothers are as well-endowed as you, anyway?"
"So, you think I’m well-endowed?"
"Forget I said that." She glances away, "Seriously, give you an inch, and you’ll take a mile."
"I know my cock is wide, but to say that it will take up an entire mile is giving me too much credit."
"Ugh!" She makes a gagging sound.
"Now, that’s what I’d like to hear from you when I’m choking you with my length down your throat."
"Stop it." She scowls. "Does every conversation have to begin and end with your dick?"
"Yes." I smirk.
She glowers at me, her cheeks growing red. So fucking cute.
"Aurora and Christian, you guys ready?" Nonna calls out.
Aurora straightens. She pulls away, trying to put some distance between us, and I let her. Just because I’m feeling charitable. Only so I can lull her into a sense of complacency so when I move in for the kill, she’ll have no idea what hit her.
"Ready when you are," I call out to Nonna, who reaches for the sheaves of papers by her side.
Aurora
After Nonna handed out the lists of clues to each of the teams, Christian and I peeled off—or rather, he stalked off with the list, and I had no choice but to follow him. We found a quiet space in the study at the end of the corridor. Massimo, and later Seb, peeked in, only to be told off by Christian. The guys retreated, leaving us to examine the list of clues.
Now, Christian pulls his chair close to mine so our knees bump. I pull away, and of course, he shoots me a glance. "How long will you keep running, Flower?"
"As long as I am breathing."
"Not what you were saying earlier." He smirks.
"Can we focus on the task at hand—namely, this treasure hunt?"
"Technically, it’s a Christmas-specific murder-mystery scavenger hunt," he reminds me.
"Whatever." I blow out a breath.
Can you share the list with me, please?"
He holds it up, and I lean in closer to read it.
Bring your gloves to this clue!