Reid’s house looks old. It seems like he is not the previous owner. The first floor is gray and made of bricks. The second floor is made of wood, including the roof. Bushes surround the house except for the main door. It is huge for a man living alone unless he is actually with someone already? Did I just make Cami a mistress?
Reid is on the balcony with an empty coffee mug and the same book he is perusing yesterday. Seeing us, he crosses his arms across his chest. “You two are late!” he reprimands.
I raise the plastic of street food in his face and say, “We bring food for you.”
“I don’t accept a bribe,” he says, glaring at me. Yet, he still takes it.
“Are you living with someone?” I ask.
“If I would, then she should also be a hunter.”
“Hmm, your house is huge for a single man,” I co
