“Who’s Cole?” I ask, one brow arched as I looked between the slip of paper in my hand and Eli.
“Riley’s brother,” he answered as if that would solve it.
“Riley has a brother?”
Eli deflated, his shoulders sagged. Defeat washed over his features. My eyes widened slightly, brow arching higher, hoping he’d give me more information. I needed something else to go on if he expected me to figure out who Cole was. “Here,” he held out the paper bag full of names. The bag crinkled as he gave it a shake to mix them up. “You don’t really know any of the kitchen staff. Draw another name.”
“No, it’s fine,” I told him, dropping the slip of paper into my purse. “He’s Riley’s brother, right? So I can talk to him about what to get.”
“Are you sure?” He perked up slightly, shoulders raising again.
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