The Wedding Date Disaster by Avery Flynn

Author:Avery Flynn [Flynn, Avery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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ISBN: 9781640639126
Published: 2020-06-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Will was turning into a sucker. That was the only explanation that made any sense to him as to why he was playing along with this snipe-hunt country hazing. There was no way in hell that banging two sticks together while whistling in three short bursts with exactly thirty-three seconds of silence between each trio was going to result in capturing anything, let alone a fake animal. Especially not while walking in the middle of a field where the cows were looking at Will like he was three bales short of…whatever hay bales added up to.

Not to mention the description of a snipe kept changing.

On the drive out to the cow pasture, he’d gotten about ten different descriptions, all varying just enough to make the whole thing completely ridiculous. He would have called them on it, too, but Hadley was walking ahead of him and he kept getting distracted by the view. She had her hair braided, the end coming out from underneath a baseball hat advertising Feed and Seed, and she was wearing a pair of jeans that just might give him a heart attack.

“What did you say these things looked like?” he asked for the millionth time to see what kind of answer he’d get. Really, listening to their descriptions of the snipe put it somewhere between a feathered weasel and a rabid penguin.

“They’re birds,” Hadley said, twisting the end of her braid around her fingers as she slowed her pace so they were side by side. “But they don’t fly very well.”

“They consider cow patties a delicacy,” Knox said. “So be sure to get as close to one as you can, then stand real still and whistle.”

There was no way to take Hadley’s youngest brother seriously. Knox had been cracking jokes the entire ride out here in his truck. They weren’t even good jokes—they were dad jokes.

Will whacked his sticks together, which he’d been told earlier was the key to attracting a snipe’s attention. “And why are you using your phone to video this?”

“It’s part of the family game night Ironman.” Knox grinned at him, not even trying to pretend any of this was real. “If you catch a snipe, you win the whole thing, no matter how many games you’ve lost.”

He had two choices here. Call Knox and Hadley on their bullshit or keep playing along and use this opportunity to get more inside dirt on Hadley. Maybe if he could figure out what made her tick, he could find a way to convince her that her plans for Web’s money weren’t going to work out. He’d tried the direct route. It hadn’t worked. He needed to go a more subtle route, which really was not his forte. He’d always been the bulldozer and Web had been the charmer.

“You ever think that you take this a little too seriously?” Will asked.

Knox, who was practically a Labrador in human form, happily shook his head as he started recording again. “Nope.”

“So why aren’t you hunting, Hadley?”

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