“Thank you,” Geoff said. “I designed the rooms myself.”
“You have an excellent eye.”
The bedspread was a soft brown, offsetting the darker wood of the walls. A throw rug lay under the bed.
“Thank you,” Geoff said. “The bathroom is down the hall. It has a shower and everything. You’re the only one here, so it’s all yours.”
“Thank you,” he said. “Now I have to figure out what I’ll do for dinner later.”
“Well,” Geoff said, “since you’re the only guest here, you’re welcome to join us.”
“That would be wonderful,” he said. “Thank you.”
“I’ll let you settle in. Dinner is at five-thirty. One of us will come get you. Do you have any allergies?”
“No.”
“Great.” Geoff moved to close the door.
“Before you go,” Ciaran said. “What is there to do around here?”
“Not much, I’m afraid. Most people come to relax and get some fresh air. Did you stop in Thistle?”
“Yes.”
“That’s about it. They have some amazing shops.”
“I noticed,” Ciaran said. “I found a wonderful toy shop.”
“That would be Nicholas Johnson. Sweet man.”
“Do you know everyone in town?”
“Just about,” Geoff said. “It’s not a big place. Everyone knows everyone.”
“Do they know…you know?”
“That we’re a gay couple who owns a bed-and-breakfast for large queer men? Yes, they know. Nobody bothers us. They don’t care.”
“That’s not what I expected from a small town.”
“When you’re forced to live in a village like this, you just deal with it,” Geoff smiled.
He has such a sweet smile. Damn it. Stop that. He’s taken.
“If there’s nothing else, we’ll see you at five-thirty.”
“See you then.”
Ciaran collapsed on the bed. It was soft and supportive. He’d spent two nights on hotel beds, and it was nice to have a bed thatsuited his frame. These guys knew how to take care of their large brothers.
Maybe I’ll stay an extra night. They said everyone cancelled for the weekend. An extra night would be nice.
The storm was coming, but he’d be out before Friday morning. Nothing to worry about.
Chapter Three
GEOFF
