Alexander’s POV
"So?" I asked, sitting back in the restaurant chair. "What is your favorite color?"
We had just finished our main course and were waiting for our desserts.
"Red," Emily said, tapping her fingers on the table.
I wasn't sure if she had become bored or if something else was bothering her, but I did notice her playfulness drying up the second we stopped at the warehouse outside the city.
We were not supposed to stop there first, but Luke insisted—or else the business transaction couldn't be done on time.
"Mmm," Ghost muttered. "The color of fire. It suits her."
"Just plain red?" I asked. "Or a deep red?"
"More like a dark ruby red," she answered, finding my gaze. "What about you?"
"It's hard to say," I said with a crooked smile. "It was always blue, but these days it's
