“What kind of ad?” Black pushed.
He looked at Constance again as if he was imploring her to answer. “Well, are we going to clear this up, or are we going to pretend like you didn’t want this?”
Constance blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”
Otto threw his hands up. “You and your boyfriend need to let them know what’s going on!”
Sixteen
Being an adult is like folding a fitted sheet.
—Constance to her mom
Constance
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, weirdo. But I can assure you I didn’t contact you. Nor did my boyfriend, seeing as I don’t have a boyfriend.”
The man who’d been following me looked shocked and his face went slack.
His eyes looked horrible from where I’d sprayed him with the bear spray.
I didn’t feel badly, though. Not with how he’d been about to shoot Possum.
Speaking of Possum, he was currently in the tree above me, refusing to come down because of the dog currently using my lap as a napping spot.
He was giving the dog the stink eye, offended that someone had dared to take his place.
Remembering that I still had another dead fish in my bag, I reached into it, pulled it out, and tossed it into the air in front of me.
Possum swooped down in the middle of everyone, caught it, then disappeared back into his tree to eat.
The silence was deafening as everyone processed what had just happened.
“What, exactly, was that?” Sheriff Black asked.
“The reason I reacted as badly as I did,” Creed muttered. He turned to me. “I’m sorry, by the way. I also can’t believe I haven’t met you yet, seeing as I’ve sent no less than a dozen animals to y’all since y’all got here.”
I waved his apology away. “It’s understandable.”
Black went back to his questioning of the man who’d followed me.
“Start from the beginning,” Black urged. “And don’t leave anything out.”
The man shifted in his seat, went to reach for his eyes, but stopped himself before he could start rubbing them again.
“I was hired as her bodyguard.” He pointed at me.
My mouth fell open. “What?”
“By who?” Black asked.
“Her boyfriend!” He threw up his hands. “And I wasn’t going to shoot the bird. I was going to shoot close to it. It didn’t look right. I wanted it to leave the area.”
Oh, whatever.
My scoff caught everyone’s attention again.
I blushed and looked away, using Peanut’s floppy ear as a distraction, marveling at how soft and squishy it was.
