Fools (Licking Thicket Book 3) by Lucy Lennox & May Archer

Author:Lucy Lennox & May Archer [Lennox, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-27T18:30:00+00:00

12

Dunn

6-Down: Behave as though trying to attract someone (5 letters)

Fishing wasn’t supposed to be a party. The more people, the more trouble. And by my count, we were in for a whole lot of trouble and not very many fish.

“Why is it so cold?” Mal grumbled as we walked down the path to the dock behind the cabin.

“How can you be cold when you’re wearing my parka, long underwear, a fleece hat, and three pairs of socks?” Brooks asked.

Diesel chuckled under his breath. I had to admit, I was glad we had the big guy along. He was good at carrying the heavy cooler that Tucker had insisted on bringing. Apparently Tuck’s “friend” Carter was some kind of kitchen savant. He’d spent hours the night before cooking a gourmet breakfast for us to eat on the dock.

If he thought I was eating a single morsel of his food, he was crazy. I wouldn’t put it past him to sneak some kind of fancy sleeping pharmaceutical into my share so he could monopolize Tucker’s attention all morning.

I’d rather starve.

Parrish muttered under his breath—something about this cold-ass morning being not worth the babysitting exchange they’d had to do with Ava. Paul must have heard, because he shot him a look. Parrish held up his hands in surrender. “Fine. But you don’t want to be here any more than I do. Admit it.”

Paul opened his mouth—probably to agree—but Brooks stopped him. “Trust me. You want to be here for this.” Then he turned to me with a smarmy smirk on his face. “Oh look. It’s all couples. Me and Mal, Diesel and Parrish, Tucker and Carter, and you and my little Paul.”

I squinted at him. “I wouldn’t want to take your little Paul from you, dear brother. Maybe you and Mal could have a third and I’ll take Tuck.”

Brooks’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, but that would leave Carter all by his lonesome. No, I think Tuck and Carter are good. But I went ahead and called Jenn so you’d have someone to share your shad with.”

I got the feeling he wasn’t talking about my fishing lures. “Now I know you’re lying. Jenn doesn’t get up before the sun. Ever.”

“And you would know that, how?” Tuck asked sharply, turning to pierce me with those familiar brown eyes.

“Because I asked her once to do the morning feed at the farm and she politely declined,” I snapped. “And I’ll have you know it was when I was at your house cleaning up cotton candy and apple pie vomit when you went overboard at Thanksgiving, thank you very much.”

Unsurprisingly, Carter looked confused. “Who has cotton candy at Thanksgiving?”

Brooks and Diesel answered at the same time. “Licking Thicket tradition.”

“Sorry,” Tucker muttered.

“Whatever,” I responded. Because my maturity level was about the same as whoever the hell invented cranberry-flavored cotton candy and made it a Thicket tradition.

“Don’t whatever me,” Tucker said, lifting up his finger to shake it at me.

“Ladies,” Brooks interrupted, reaching out to lower Tuck’s finger as if calming a gunman.

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