Page 113 of Hunted: Season Two

Like our very own little Halmark holiday movie approved scene.

“Ugh,” someone loudly grumbles, cutting through the love filled bubble we have. “Excuse. Me.” A familiar face stomps past making sure to bump into me in particular during the process. “You look like a whore.”

“You smell like one,” I whisper back to Jolene with a wide mouth smile.

Another offended gag is given prior to her tugging some poor, defenseless male along behind her. “Faster, Paul! We haven’t got all night!”

“That’s because his wife will start looking for him if he comes home after eleven,” Mutt goads only to quickly receive a quirked eyebrow from the curly haired man.

“How did you know that?” Horror fuses itself into his expression. “Did she send you?!”

“Paul!” squeaks his date.

“Thirsty?” Kid inquires with a smug smirk. “Hungry?”

“Why wasn’t horny one of the options?” Mutt teases with a devilish smile.

“Because you’re always that,” I sass back, thankful that the feeling of being watched has dispersed, meaning it was most likely his ex causing the unsettling sensation.

“Complaint?”

“Fact.”

Our boyfriend laughs at Mutt’s glaring before diverting his full attention to me. “It’s your first festival, baby. It’s all about you.” Another kiss is delivered to the back of my hand. “What do you wanna do? Snowman bowling?”

“They’re just painted bowling pins,” Nolan immediately explains.

“Make it snowball?” Kipp lists a second choice.

“They’re just white basketballs you throw into a snowflake painted hoop,” his best friend informs.

“The discsnow?”

“Disco dancing in skis,” Mutt shoots him an amused glare, “to songs that were born long before you were, Kid.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t know them!”

“You don’t know analarmingamount of music,” I swiftly claim. “It’s why you’re not in charge of what we play on my stomach.”

“There’s nothing wrong with classical.”

“Yeah, but it shouldn’t be theonlything she or he hears.”

“He,” they obnoxiously correct in tandem.

“See, now, you two have me hoping it’s a girl out of pure spite.” Laughter leaves all three of us yet mine is stopped short when something in the far distance catches my attention. “Oh! How about a carriage ride?” My clutch wielding hand gestures that direction. “Pretty sure Posie said that it’s the only way to seeallthe light displays and ice sculptures.”

“You want a sleigh ride?” Mutt curiously questions.

“Carriage ride.” The correction gets him chuckling again. “That’s not a sleigh. And there is no snow in this part of Texas. Just drunk and confused wind chills.”

We snicker together once more prior to heading for the activity.

Thankfully, there are multiple carriages, which allows for the line to move fairly quickly, but unfortunately for us, we end up behind the very woman we just ran into all because the people dividing us decide it's more important for their kid to see Santa than it is to keep us away from Satan.

“Ilovemy diamond tennis bracelet,” Jolene dramatically says, winding her arm around his neck, gaze stealing glimpses of us. “You know just how to make awomanfeelspecial.” Shetwitches a glare at Mutt who is openly flirting with The Kid by tugging lightly on his sweater. “Adored.” Her smugness she’s determined to get to me, doesn’t. “Wanted.”

Glad that thesaurus app on her phone seems to be getting some good use.

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