Biting Serendipity: April Fools For Love (Biting Love Short Bites Book 4) by Mary Hughes Read Free Book Online

would’ve been funny if I hadn’t been the one on the hook.
    “Yes, me and Thor, but we’ve already decided we can’t work together. We’re too different.”
    They exchanged a glance. It was obvious they thought I protested too much.
    As if words could steamroller the fact they were probably right, I kept talking. “Besides, with two of us doing this separately, we double our chances. It’s only logical.”
    “Logical?” Abigail started tapping and swiping on her tablet computer. “I do not think that word means what you think it means.”
    “Let me get this straight,” Gabriella interjected. “You have the opportunity to work with Mr. All-the-Right Stuff, and you’d rather work with us? ” Both eyebrows were up.
    “Y-es? No.” Stupid eyebrows-of-truth. “Doesn’t matter. I just need one of you to run the camera.”
    “You can run your own camera, if you do this prank.” Abigail flipped her tablet around to show me the screen.
    An open refrigerator door filled it—and on one shelf in a pickle jar, was a truly scary monster head.
    “Yikes.” Vampire heads, chopped off at Nieman’s… I forced my heart back down my throat. “Where will I get a monster mask that realistic?”
    “With an inkjet printer,” Abigail said.
    Now my jaw dropped.
    “You print out a life-size color picture—matte paper—waterproof it, roll it into a jar so the picture is flush with the glass, and fill it with liquid.”
    “It looks so real,” I said.
    Abigail nodded. “Real, yet responsible. It’s not a prank that stains anyone’s teeth or ruins their clothes.”
    “Or forever scars them via plastic wrap on a toilet bowl.” Gabriella grinned. That was her favorite trick.
    “No, I’m only frightening the crap out of them.” I swigged the rest of my beer and crushed the can. “Best of a bad lot. Let’s do it.”

Chapter Three
    That night I brought a ruler to work, to measure the shelf height of the refrigerator behind the bar for the monster jar, and maybe to play naughty school teacher with Thor… No, to plan. Tonight I’d measure, tomorrow I’d do a test run, and the next day I’d play the prank.
    Maybe overkill on the planning, but I’d learned the hard way, when a high-school Jenny showed up where she wasn’t supposed to because I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to, that winging it led to disaster.
    Gabriella talked me into doing the actual prank at Good Shepherd’s bell choir rehearsal. I’d tuck the monster jar under the big low C bell. Most of the ringers were members of the Lutheran Ladies Auxiliary Mothers Association. Nothing funnier than a bunch of proper LLAMA ladies running helter-skelter, arms waving wildly—except those same ladies wildly waving bells.
    But first, I needed to do a test run. I decided Nieman’s was perfect.
    I approached the bar cautiously, wondering if there’d still be body parts on the sidewalk, even though I hadn’t heard anything about it on the Volka Polka radio station or read about it in the Zeitung , our newspaper.
    Someone had cleaned up. The window was replaced and the sidewalk was pristine except a scorch mark or two. I knew it wasn’t Camille—she wouldn’t clean unless the thing was so moldy it stood up and moaned “brains.”
    I wondered how this would go in Abigail’s history. The body parts all Terminatored into vampires and walked away. Or maybe, The legends are true, and the vampires were incinerated by the sun . Solar combustion would explain why I’d never seen any vampires outside during the day—or at least, never too long. Maybe a combo of the two, the rogues had walked away and their spilled blood had incinerated.
    The bar door opened to Thor’s usual disapproving glare. I grinned and pretended I was my usual well-behaved self as I trotted past him and stopped to let my eyes adjust—and what was the world coming to when his glare would’ve disappeared if he knew what I was really up to?
    Once I could see, I stashed my coat