When I get to Greer’s, I’m almost too excited. I need to make her some pages right away. I’m on my phone, making a Heather Beag account when freckled forearms wrap around me.
I inhale deeply and…no…I’m imagining scents again. I shake my head and tilt my head back giving him a smile.
“I’ve been here for five minutes. You were busy on your phone. What are you working on?” he asks.
“Helping Effie with her marketing,” I say and I swear Greer squeezes me even tighter.
“Hungry?”
“As long as you don’t think it’ll be poisoned,” I reply and he huffs.
“I had a talk with him. If he gives you any more issues, you come to me and I’ll deal with it.”
I spin in the stool, and now he’s bracketing me with his arms as he grips the bar.
“I don’t want to get in between you two.”
“The only thing getting in the way between me and Callum is Callum himself. Now, what would you like, and I’ll make sure it’s made with love.”
I grin at him, grabbing his T-shirt and he leans down and gives me a kiss.
“And here I thought I had a chance,” an old man says, and I realize Alan has taken a place next to me.
“Oh, I don’t know, Alan. I’m an Omega after all,” I say flirtatiously and Greer swats the side of my ass. Yeah, we’re going to have to explore more of that later. It isn’t something I ever considered before, but with Greer, I think I’d feel comfortable figuring out if spanking is something I’m into.
“Behave,” he tells me, heading back behind bar.
“I’m never behaved,” I tell Alan, who gives me a grin. He’s missing a handful of teeth, one of them is plated in gold; he’s honestly precious.
“Ah, as you should be. If the pack is looking for another, I’ll kindly put my hat in the ring,” Alan proclaims, just as Lain grabs the stool on the opposite side of me.
“I just had a really disturbing visual put in my head,” Lain says, kissing the side of my face. “Missed you.”
“It’s been an hour.”
“Aye, an hour too long,” Lain says, pressing another kiss against my temple. “What are you working on?”
“Some socials for Effie. I didn’t realize the B&B was struggling. I mean, now that I know she does no advertising and has no social media, it makes sense, but I figure I have some free time might as well help her while I can.”
“Should I have social media?” Lain asks and I turn and blink at him.
“You’re kidding right?”
“Umm…no?”
“But your tours are always pretty full.”
“Brochures, word of mouth, my connection with Greer and all the Inns in the area.”
I stare at his handsome, clean-shaven face. Before I know it, I’m pulling up his website, which is…well, it looks like it was made by a seventh grader learning HTML. I might not know the backend of things, but this is…something. I look up Greer’s website and I’m relieved. It looks like he paid someone qualified to make his.
“Do most of your guests book last minute?” I ask him and he nods.
“Would you like more people to book well in advance?”
“That would be nice,” he says.
“I’ll help you too while I’m at it,” I tell him and he wraps his arms around me. Lain might not be needing business in the same way Effie does, but if I can help make things more efficient for him, then it’s just a bonus.
