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

have to test it while Jenny is on her lunch break.” I didn’t want her getting any ideas beyond whatever ones she already had. “Can you make it in half an hour?”
    “Can do.”
    Shortly, my two roomies showed up with a box of a dozen creme-filled donuts.
    “Delicious creamy-good donuts? What kind of prank is that?” I asked. “Ha-ha, delighted your taste buds.”
    In answer, she scooped a fingerful of luscious cream and offered me a taste. I touched the tip of my tongue to the dollop—and recoiled. Mayonnaise.
    A shiver of disgust wracked me. “Oh yeah, that’s good. Granny’s in back playing strip sheepshead and Jenny goes on break in a few minutes. We can give it a test drive then. Let’s set it up.”
    “Here.” Abigail handed me a webcam on a clip. “With this, you won’t hover, waiting for a target to try one.”
    I cleared a spot on the end of the bar and attached the camera just under the rail, hidden, but aimed up at where faces would be.
    As soon as Jenny trotted her lunchbox and NA beer to the back room, I nodded to Abigail, and she set the donut box on the space.
    Then we acted normal—or tried to. We had tons of funny reactions from tongues pushing out to nega-orgasm faces to spit-takes. I was sold on the prank. This would be great tomorrow. Using the webcam, I could play it anywhere, anytime. Especially attractive, I could leave the box of naughtiness out in the lobby of my department, and no one would know who to blame—so no one’s flat would get egged the next day. Yeah, all in good fun, but the supermarket did a brisk business in eggs and toilet paper on April second.
    So, I was excited when, half an hour later, I filled a tray with a pitcher, two glasses, and a couple bowls of bar peanuts and started for the backroom. As I passed the bar’s corner, I leaned over and grabbed the webcam, but it wasn’t there.
    It had fallen to the floor.
    Huh. Must’ve gotten knocked off somewhere along the way. But there had to be some of those priceless reactions captured for posterity, right?
    I passed Jenny coming off break. My roommates waited in back. Granny had joined them, a new Kelly green tam perched jauntily on her head, apparently from winning big at strip sheepshead.
    She patted my cheek. “Its good to see you smiling again.”
    “I’ll be smiling even bigger if we pulled this prank off.” I hadn’t told her about the dance lessons, wanting it to be a surprise.
    I passed the webcam off to Abigail who plugged it into her tablet. We all grinned at each other as the playback app came up, prepared to laugh our heads off. Prepared to win. I glanced around at my roommates’ faces, to enjoy their enjoyment.
    “Yikes.” Abigail’s eyeballs practically popped from their sockets. “How many octogenarians can get away with wearing leopard-print crotchless panties?
    “What?”
    She pointed.
    The view was the aforementioned leopard print and a whole lot of silver. Either the webcam had never stuck right or I knocked it off early on because the whole video was upskirts.
    I was horrified. My friends weren’t much better off. Without a word, they packed up the camera, donut box, and left the bar, taking Granny with them, the angle of her tam now less jaunty and more wilted.
    Alone, I collapsed against the wall and palmed my hot forehead. I was useless at pranking.
    And the contest was tomorrow . I was out of time.
    Which, of course, was when jeans and well-worn boots appeared in the slice of floor that was my view. I looked up.
    Thor stood there, arms folded over his chest—yum—and raised an eyebrow at me. “Ready to partner up?”
    I sighed. “Do I have a choice?” Damn it. “All right. Let’s do it.”

Chapter Four
    Do it.
    If anything, my face got hotter. “Doing” it with Thor didn’t conjure up visions of pranks, unless they involved shower curtains on the floor and a whole lotta oil.
    “Wait,” I said before I spontaneously combusted. “I thought you were against us as