Page 43 of Hunted, Season Three

“Quick learners.”He warmly bounces his head in approval.“I love it.”

I smile, shake my head, and grab a random card from the bag.Post pretending what I see matters, I shoot a quirked eyebrow at the two still shoveling cake into their mouth.“You two ready?”

“Yeah,” Kid quickly nods.

My chin tips towards the dessert.“You sure you two can do two things at once?”

“We did this morning,” Rabbit saucily reminds on a smack.

“And this afternoon.”

“Now, get to drawing, Mutt.”

Once our pad of paper and pencil are in my possession, I motion for Val to flip the timer over.

Unsure of exactly what to draw, I doodle the first thing that comes to mind when people think of the word wedding.

Unfortunately, it causes the wrong response from them both, “Balls!”

Alright.

I know I ain’t Vincent van Gogh, but my bells don’t look like balls.

“Testicles!”Rabbit shouts with even more enthusiasm.

Drawing a giant x over the picture prompts Kid to guess, “Vasectomy!”

My head has barely finished shaking when our woman shrieks, “Sex change!”

Cackling from all the Garcias is the only thing that keeps my gears from shifting out of thoughtful to spiteful.

Thisis gonna make a better story someday than just grunting and slamming the damn things on the table.

At least I hope.

Quickly creating a square, I add on doors and prepare to add a cross to indicate a church; however, before I can continue, Kid excitedly snaps, “Barn!”

“Old McDonald!”

“Farm!”

“McDonalds golden arches!”

Gut splitting laughter swirls around the room, yet when Val goes to call it on time, her brother slyly stops her, completely clued in to what’s going on.

Abandoning the picture with an x occurs a second time, leading me to go with what I know will be the easiest route.

The first shape is drawn which has our boyfriend yelling it out.“Circle!”When two more connect to it, he fumbles out, “Uh…snowman?”

Doodling a triangle on top of the one in the middle along with “sparkle” lines coming from it convinces Rabbit to cautiously guess, “Diamond?”

“Rings!”Kid soars to the edge of his seat and closer to me.“Wedding rings!”

Hearing the two words together has me dropping the pencil.

Retrieving one box.

The other.

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