Page 154 of Happy Hour

He must have heard it to, his grip around my waist tightened and he pulled me hard to his side frantically looking for the source of the noises.

When we spotted it, I nearly pissed myself.

Jameson’s head titled to one side, his eyes on mine. “Great.” He muttered turning back to the animal.

“Jameson...” I frantically breathed in his ear.

“Sway,” he whispered back. “Donotmove.”

Standing in front of us, not more than a hundred feet away was a cougar. Not just any cougar. This was a hungry cougar...looking for food. Crouched down in the hunting position, I was sure he was currently looking for Jameson and Sway food.

You know that predatory look an animal gets when it’s getting ready to attack?

We were getting that look right then, fierce glowing eyesandthat intimidating crouch.

“Sway, stay still,” Jameson warned again.

I didn’t think I was moving but apparently, I was.

I was shaking. But can you honestly fucking blame me?

“I’mtrying!”

“Now isnotthe time to argue.”

“I was just trying to point out that I am in fact,tryingto remain still but there is a cougar looking directly at us as though we’re his next meal.”

“Stop talking,” Jameson turned to glare at me. “you’ll attract him.”

“Don’t tell me to stop talking. I was explaining myself. And if you haven’t noticed.” I gestured to the animal. “He’s already attracted to us. He’s getting ready to eat us.”

Jameson opened his mouth to say something more than likely just as irritating but stopped, turning his attention to the cougar. Leaning his head contemplatively to the side, his eyes remained on the cougar. “You attracted him with your moaning. He wants you.” He accused with a cocky smirk I didn’t appreciate.

“Me?” this time I shouted, “Maybe it’s a female, ever think about that? I wasn’t the only one moaning.” I snapped. “By the way,”

“Really? He challenged raising his eyebrows in question. “You’re going to argue with me when there’s a two-hundred pound predator looking to make a meal of us?”

“I will when you don’t make any sense. I’m not to blame for it hunting us.” I remained glued to his side through the entire argument. “You were the caveman dragging us out here. This isyourfault.”

“I could have finished in the tent, but no, Emma and Aiden were scared of a fucking skunk and now look.” he waved toward the cougar who was now sitting, no longer in a crouched position.

I giggled. It was clearly not the time to be giggling but our arguing has caused a deadly animal to stop, mid hunt, to watch. That’s funny to me.

Jameson gave a quick glance towards the cougar and chuckled softly, then leaned down towards my ear. “Start walking backwards towards the car, but keep up the arguing. It’s distracting him.”

“Her! It’s a girl. Look at her, she’s eyeing you.”

“Stop it,” he gave me a repulsed scowl. “talk about something else.”

“Like what? Is there actual protocol for what to discuss when your life is threatened by a vicious animal?”

“No, but I don’t want to talk about a cougar looking at me like it wants to mate with me. That’s disgusting.”

“You know,” I stepped over a log with the help of Jameson. “Some men like cougars.”

“Sway,” he glared over his shoulder. “Change. The. Fucking. Subject!”

“No,”

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