“Do you think he’s freaking out about yesterday?” he asked.
I grabbed a glass, ran the dish towel around it, then hung it on the rack above the bar. “This morning, he was doing his best to act like nothing had happened,” I said.
“Then we shouldn’t remind him of it either, huh?”
“Probably not.”
“Pity. That was fun.”
I met Jordy’s gaze. “It was, wasn’t it?”
He quirked the pierced eyebrow and offered me the smirk I knew had the power to make an omega wet from across the room.
“In case the opportunity arises again,” he said.
I rested my arms on the counter and lowered my head, so I stared right into Jordy’s dark wizard eyes. “Honestly? Anything he wants, I’m in. No limits.”
Yeah, I loved that playful smirk. I wasn’t usually attracted to alphas, but Jordy was my exception. Besides, he smelled nice, woodsy, a little smoky, with some spice thrown in.
“If he wants to watch me fuck you?” he teased, voice all growly.
“I’ll take it like a slut in heat.”
“What if he’s into kink? Maybe he’d like to see you tied up, gagged, and spanked? Breeding play? Plugs and whips?”
I narrowed my eyes and pointed a finger at him. “Don’t get cocky, Orson.”
Jordy laughed merrily. “You said no limits, boss.”
He cut off another big piece of cheese and threw it into his shameless mouth. I wrapped the rest, closed the box, and put it in the fridge.
“Hey, I was eating that!”
“Buy your own.”
“You said that when we have guests, I can eat breakfast leftovers.”
“Not if you threaten to whip the boss,” I threw over my shoulder.
“Maybe you’d love it,” he called after me. “You can’t know unless you try!”
I turned around to flip him the bird.
His rumbly laughter followed me out the door.
Leftovers… He’d eat a pound of cheddar in one sitting if I didn’t hide it from him.
Still, I always bought the kind he liked.
10
JORDY
I had to be at the pub at three, so I had enough time to shift and run up the mountain. I didn’t want to spy on Laurel. The guy clearly wanted some alone time, but the stuff Monty had said rattled around in my head.
The chance of something happening to a person on the hiking trail around Beauville was low, but not nil. Laurel seemed inexperienced and stubborn enough to stray off the route.
Without deciding on it, I found myself trotting along the trail behind Frey’s cabin. It was a narrow, winding path lined with blueberry bushes and covered in pine needles that muffled my stomps. The markers were shaped like bear paw prints, which had been Monty’s idea. As the parks and recreation officer at the town hall, he hadn’t had much work to do before, but that changed when Oliver pushed new projects through the council. Monty was as excited as a kid when he got to run around the woods and nail the multicolored trail markers to stumps and tree trunks.
