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While he was having this argument with himself, she asked, “What TV shows do you like?”
This was a great opportunity. At the risk of acting like a total dork, he told the truth. “I really only watch hunting shows. You?”
“I like anything with lots of drama.”
Oh no.“Like what?”
“My favorites areDownton Abbey,Friday Night Lights, andBattlestar Galactica,” she sent. “Oh, and I really loveMonk.”
Tucker only knew a little about each of these shows, but he couldn’t think of a single thing they had in common. “Do you watchCheyenne?”
Her delay made him nervous. Was she going to send him a picture of her dressed up as aCheyennecharacter for Halloween? “I watch it, but I don’t like admitting that I watch it. It’s just so ridiculous.”
He could live with that. At least she didn’t say she was Zion Denver’s biggest fan. He would never date a woman who was obsessed with his brother.
“Why do you ask?” she wrote.
Oh no.Why had he asked that? Now he had to admit that he had feelings about the show? He considered smashing his phone with a hammer.
“Uh oh. Cat got your tongue? I am waiting on tender hooks.”
What?He stared at the words on the screen. What on earth was she talking about?
He had to write something. It had already been a long time. He wrote, “Uh ...” and hit send, hoping it would buy him a few more seconds, which he used to Google what tender hooks were. Then he learned that what she’d probably meant wastenterhooks. Oh, this was adorable. He wrote, “I don’t watchCheyenne.”
Chapter 8
The first outfitterthat Wynona called on Monday morning cussed her out. He made it explicitly clear that he hated women almost as much as he hated the western Blake toad. She had expected some of the guides to not prioritize the welfare of the toad, but she hadn’t expected someone to go on a tirade about how he couldn’t wait for them to be extinct. She hung up on him mid-rant, which gave her a small satisfaction.
The next outfitter was more professional, but was still adamant with hisnoand accused her of trying to sabotage his financial health, as if she herself had dreamed up this entire scenario. As she tried to end the conversation, he said, “You know who you should call? Tucker Bridge, out of West Hope.” Then he snickered, which made her think that Tucker Bridge was the last person she would want to call. She finally managed to punch off and move on to the next name on her list.
The third outfitter said no. So did the fourth. The fifth outfitter informed her that all the guides had discussed it and had all vowed not to help her.
Terrific.
Still, she persevered. But they all kept their vows.
