2 Dead Fish Named Kevin E-Book

L.A. Witt

• Herausgeber: GallagherWitt Publishing LLC
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

“Help raise money to improve our habitat! For a small donation, we’ll name a fish after your ex and feed it to the bears on Valentine’s Day!”

For Garrett Mitchell, who just found out his butthead of an ex-boyfriend cheated on him, that donation is money well spent.

And Tristan Waverly was just unceremoniously dumped by a man who is absolutely worthy of being tossed to hungry bears, so he’s more than happy to buy a fish.

As the bears chow down, though, everyone’s wondering the same thing—is it a coincidence, or are both fish named after the same guy?

There’s only one way to find out.

But when Garrett and Tristan come face to face, suddenly the last man either wants to think about is Kevin.

2 Dead Fish Named Kevin is a light, fluffy, and short Valentine’s Day romance (22,500 words)
 

Leseprobe

2 Dead Fish Named Kevin

L.A. Witt

Contents

About 2 Dead Fish Named Kevin

1. Garrett

2. Tristan

3. Garrett

4. Tristan

5. Garrett

6. Tristan

7. Garrett

8. Tristan

Epilogue

About the Author

Also by L.A. Witt

Also by L.A. Witt

About 2 Dead Fish Named Kevin

“Help raise money to improve our habitat! For a small donation, we’ll name a fish after your ex and feed it to the bears on Valentine’s Day!”

For Garrett Mitchell, who just found out his butthead of an ex-boyfriend cheated on him, that donation is money well spent.

And Tristan Waverly was just unceremoniously dumped by a man who is absolutely worthy of being tossed to hungry bears, so he’s more than happy to buy a fish.

As the bears chow down, though, everyone’s wondering the same thing—is it a coincidence, or are both fish named after the same guy?

There’s only one way to find out.

But when Garrett and Tristan come face to face, suddenly the last man either wants to think about is Kevin.

2 Dead Fish Named Kevin is a light, fluffy, and short Valentine’s Day romance.

Copyright Information

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

2 Dead Fish Named Kevin

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Copyright © 2023 L.A. Witt

Cover Art by Lori Witt

Editor: Rebecca Cartee

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher, and where permitted by law. Reviewers may quote brief passages in a review. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact L.A. Witt at [email protected]

ISBN: 978-1-64230-135-9

Print ISBN: 979-8-36581-707-4

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Chapter 1

Garrett

“How is everyone this beautiful Valentine’s Day?” the zookeeper chirped into her headset.

The surprisingly large crowd gathered around the black bear exhibit responded with cheers and applause—not terribly loud, given that this was a zoo, but enough to convey that people were quite happy to be here.

It was a crisp but comfortable day, especially for mid-February. All I’d had to wear was a leather jacket over my T-shirt. And since such a nice day had fallen on a Saturday, that probably explained why there was a decent crowd.

A couple dozen kids who must’ve been six or seven were gathered by the zookeeper at the fence in front of the viewing area while the adults—probably fifty of us, if I had to guess—stood behind them. Beyond the fence was a deep moat, and on the other side, an elaborate habitat in which three black bears kept a close eye on a door off to my right and about eight feet off the ground. I suspected that was where the food was going to come from.

The zookeeper launched into a speech about how bears would normally be hibernating this time of year, but since they have food available year-round, the ones in zoos often don’t. Then there was something about how their diets were closely monitored to keep them from getting too fat; that was apparently an issue with non-hibernating captive bears. There was also a bit about how these three couldn’t be released back into the wild for various reasons, so there was less concern about them getting used to being fed by humans. Something. I don’t know. I wasn’t listening too closely. Mostly, I was watching the bears and sort of chuckling to myself about why I was even here.

I mean, I loved animals. Fucking adored them. Coming to the zoo on a Saturday morning wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary for me. But I usually avoided special events, because while I loved animals, I wasn’t fond of crowds.

Today was an exception.

As the zookeeper kept talking at length, I empathized with the bears, who were clearly getting impatient. They had to know there was food coming. I was itching for them to get fed too.

God, I can’t wait to watch them tear that one fish to pieces.

I had to bite back a laugh. It was so petty and vindictive and ridiculous, but as soon as I’d seen the ad, I hadn’t been able to resist because it just sounded so deliciously satisfying. And the money went to help maintain the bears’ habitat, so it was for a good cause. That made it…a little less petty, right?

Hell, who cared?

Finally, the zookeeper was done talking, and she announced that it was time to get started.

In the habitat, the door the bears had been watching slid open. Another zookeeper poked his head out, and he grinned as the bears gathered below. I kind of envied him right then—how cool would that be, getting paid to toss food to bears? And then he waved at them, and all three waved their giant paws back at him, and I nearly died of jealousy.

I am seriously in the wrong line of work.

“Okay, Jeremy,” the zookeeper near us called out. “Who are our first three fish?”

Jeremy hoisted a bucket onto the ledge, and he withdrew the first of three good size salmon. As he tossed a fish to each bear, he called out: “Here we have Charlie. Shannon. And…‘no name, but you know what you did, you cheating jerk.’” That last one sent a ripple of laughter through the crowd.

Immediately, the bears tore into their fish, and a woman called out, “Ha! That’s what you get, Charlie!”

Everyone chuckled.

Then Jeremy put another bucket in the window, immediately grabbing the attention of the bears. One continued chewing, a tail sticking out of his mouth, but he focused intently on Jeremy as he waited for the next snack.

“Okay,” Jeremy said. “Now we have ‘that—’ oh, I can’t read all of that with kids here, and there’s no actual name, but I’m pretty sure their ex also bought them a cockroach to feed the meerkats, so…” He dropped the fish as everyone laughed, and while I had no idea what the person’s ex had done, it was definitely satisfying to watch the fish get ripped to shreds in their honor.

Jeremy then dangled two salmon and said, “I don’t know if this is a coincidence, a mistake, or if someone was mad enough to buy two fish in this guy’s honor, but here’s Kevin…” He tossed a fish. “And…Kevin.”

In the same moment I shouted out my glee at watching my ex get eaten in finned effigy, another male voice went up: “Suck it, Kevin!”

Probably not appropriate with kids around, but whatever. Everyone laughed, and I looked around to see if I could pick the guy out of the crowd. Apparently, he was doing the same thing, because we locked eyes and both shared a grin and a nod.

“Did you guys both date him?” the girl with the headset asked. “Or is it two different Kevins who deserved to be fed to the bears?”

“Don’t know,” I said. “But knowing my ex…” I shrugged. “Probably the same guy.”

“Twenty bucks says it’s the same guy!” the other man replied with a laugh.

“Ooh!” The zookeeper grinned. “Now I’m invested!” She gestured for us to move toward each other. “You boys compare notes, and we’ll check back with you in a minute!”

I glanced toward the bears munching happily on the fish named Kevin, then shrugged again. Oh, hell, why not?

People gave us room as we made our way to each other. As we came closer…

Whoa. I almost forgot about the fish, the bears, or that lying, cheating douchecanoe. This guy? Holy crap.

He was a couple of inches shorter than me—Five-eight? Five-nine?—and probably in his late twenties or so, same as me. Maybe early thirties with a great skin care routine. His sandy blond hair toed that line between slightly mussed and perfectly arranged, and those hazel eyes almost had me tripping over nothing.

Wow. I’d barely even noticed other men since goddamned Kevin dumped me last summer. Just recently, I’d started to feel the tingle of temptation to start dating again, only to find out a month ago that Kevin had been cheating on me through most of our two-year relationship, and I’d been pretty much done with humanity ever since.

But one look at this guy, and I swore all my dating profiles spontaneously reactivated on their own. Single, available, and with an enthusiastic libido, right here.

He stopped when we were close enough to hear each other over the crowd (which was currently egging on the bears as they feasted on some more fish), and that shy smile made my heart go wild. How was it legal to be that cute?

“Hi.” He extended his hand. “So, you had a jackass Kevin too?”

Right. That was why we’d been crossing the crowd to introduce ourselves. Because of Kevin.

“Yeah.” I laughed dryly as I accepted the handshake. “Don’t tell me you named it”—I nodded toward the bears and the fish carcasses—“after Kevin Tollefson?”

In a flash, his smile vanished, and his jaw fell open. “No way.”

I blinked. “Wait, are you serious?”

“Kevin Tollefson.” He inclined his head, still grasping my hand. “About six-one, blond crewcut? New York Rangers tattoo?”

“Oh my God.” I groaned as I released his hand. “He has a crewcut now? Really?”

The laugh that emerged from this beautiful stranger blurred my memories of whatshisname. At the same time, it sharpened my anger toward the asshole. It was one thing to hurt me. I didn’t like it, but I could take it.

Who looked at someone like this and thought, yeah, I’mma break his heart?

Kevin, that was who. Fucking Kevin.

Unaware of my brain spinning out, the guy took out his phone. “Oh, you never saw the crewcut? Get a load of this.”

He showed me the screen, and I snorted. “Wow. That’s…um. A look.”

“Right?” The guy rolled his eyes as he pocketed his phone. “Not sure what he was going for, and quite honestly, I don’t care anymore.”

“Amen to that.” I put my fist up, and he got the most adorable smile as he bumped it.

The zookeeper’s voice turned my head: “So do we have a verdict?” She was almost gleeful in her excitement. “Same Kevin? Or different Kevins?”

“Same Kevin,” we said at the same time.

That brought raucous laughter out of all the adults in the crowd. The kids were mostly focused on the bears and didn’t seem to really follow what the adults were laughing about. Probably just as well.