Shannon and Pete sat side-by-side, their backs against the wall of their tiny deer blind. Pete used a penlight to illuminate his words to her, and she softly spoke her answers as they waited in the dark for trouble to arrive.
He flipped back through Larry’s notepad, grinned, and showed her what Larry had written.
Shannon gasped. “So, he’s got a thing for Leah?”
It sure seems that way based on this, doesn’t it?
“It does,” Shannon agreed. “Well, don’t tell her I told you this, but I know for a fact she’s got a crush on him, too.”
Get out. Really?
Shannon nodded.
Huh. I wonder if they’re having as much fun in their blind as we are here.
She laughed as quietly as she could, and to Pete’s ears it was the finest music he’d ever heard.
He thought for a moment, then shrugged, and wrote Do
