Page 171 of His Hungry Wolf

“I was just seeing what information he would volunteer. He is clearly trying to get us to stay.”

“Isn’t it cool that he thought we were together and he was still being so friendly?” I asked.

“I noticed that too. I didn’t expect to feel so welcomed in Tennessee.”

“Hold on there. There are a lot of welcoming people in Tennessee. You met me in Tennessee.”

“You know what I mean. East Tennessee isn’t exactly New York City.”

“You mean because the whiskey is so much better?”

“Yes, that was exactly what I meant.”

I looked at Quin surprised. “Is that sarcasm I detect?”

Quin looked at me as if I had caught him doing something wrong.

“No. Sarcasm works on you. It gives you a bit of an edge,” I said with a smile.

“So, you like bad boys?”

“I like whatever you are,” I told him meaning it.

Quin stared into my eyes melting my heart.

“Sorry about that. It took me a while to find them back there,” the man said returning to us.

“No problem,” I said tearing myself away from the guy I could look at for hours.

“We’ll take these jackets,” Quin said handing them to our friend.

“Oh! I don’t think I can…”

Quin cut me off. “I got it.”

“You sure?”

“Of course. Don’t worry about it. Maybe you can think of some way of paying me back for it,” he said with a smile.

“Maybe,” I replied.

Yeah, he was getting good at flirting. I had to stick my hand in my pockets to hide how good he was getting at it.

“I’m sorry, what was your name?” Quin asked as he approached the cash register.

“Glen.”

“Glen from the general store. Got it.”

“And you are?” Glen asked.

“I’m Quin and this is Cage.”

“Nice to meet you two.”

“Nice to meet you two. Did you want directions to the bed and breakfast?”

Quin looked back at me as if he was still thinking about it. I knew it wasn’t up to me. I couldn’t afford to pay for it if I wanted to.