Page 40 of Hunted, Season Three

“I’ll have as many as she’ll give us,” I good-naturedly poke back and pick up my beer for a sip.

“Same,” Kid warmly echoes.

“Three…six…nine…”

“You better be singing the fucking opening of ‘Get Low’,” Rabbit swiftly scolds on a sharp look.

“I know that song!”Kid enthusiastically insists.“Lil’ John & The Eastciders!”

“East Side Boyz,” corrects Val in tandem with picking up her wine glass.

“They were rappers,” Garcia smoothly joins in on the teasing, “not beermakers.”

Embarrassment begins to seep into Kid’s complexion prompting Demián to give his leg a gentle tap.“Don’t take shit from him.He didn’t know Beethoven wasn’t just a dog until he was thirteen.”

An amused grin replaces the previous shame.“Seriously?”

“That’s not…entirely…true,” Garcia poorly defends.

“Yes, it is,” his sister swiftly sells him out.“You even told me you didn’t believe a dog could write music, which is when I had to explain the situation to you.Again.”

“Wow,” Kid laughs a bit louder while Garcia’s face darkens in redness.

“Can we just…” he snatches up his own beverage, “wrap this shit up so we can open more gifts?Or switch to a better game?Like dominoes.”Garcia indulges in a large gulp.“I think we should play dominoes next.”

“See, the key to dealing with Ace and Vic is to go straight for thegarganta.”He taps his tan throat to wordlessly translate.“Remember that.”

“Got it.”My boyfriend politely grins prior to finding my gaze.“Your turn to draw.”

Should I do it now?

Fake the card and draw something special instead?

Would that be right?

Romantic or fucking whatever?

Bunny shakes the bag of choices near my face, joy undoubtedly jumping around hers.

Maybe now would be perfect.

She’s obviously happy.

Kid’s probably happy.

I have everyone’s attention…

I just need the rings.

“Can I take a leak first?”Putting my beer down precedes me shooting a small but significant glance at Garcia.“We got that kinda time?”

“Sure,” Eva cheerfully insists, “the kids can wait a few more minutes to lose miserably.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Val sasses as she rises to her feet.“I think that calls for another glass.”

“There’s still wine in that one,” our woman casually points out.

Val chugs down the remains and then looks at the dish in faked bewilderment.“Is there?”

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