Page 18 of Fur-Ever Home

"We can figure this out," I said. "Where's the nearest hotel?"

"With vacancies? Probably Vegas." Her smug tone made me suspicious.

"That's the closest place to stay tonight?" Connor asked.

"There's a bed-and-breakfast on the other side of the dam. They might have a room for you." She shrugged. "I can call over there, if ya like."

"Please," I said. "That would be kind of you."

She nodded and hit a button on her switchboard. After it rang a few times, an angry person picked up. "It's the middle of the night, Sally!"

"Sorry, Burt. I've got two guys here looking for a room. You got one?"

Their conversation became too soft for me to hear it, but Connor frowned.

"Yeah. You coming to get them, or what? They don't have a car." She studied us for a moment. "How did you get here, anyway?"

"Didn't Shen tell you?"

Her eyes widened in surprise. "You mean he was serious about the plane crash? I thought he was full of shi—garbage. Pardon my expression."

"I can't wait to meet our new local celebrities!" Burt said on the other end of the phone. "I'll be there in fifteen."

She ended the call and motioned for us to sit on the two benches in the lobby.

I took the seat closest to the door, and Connor sat right beside me. I hated how much I liked the way his warmth spread through the entire right side of my body. I wanted to lean against him, but I forced myself not to give in.

As I glanced around the lobby at the deer and elk heads hanging on the wall, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I'd seen too many horror movies about small-town lodging situations. This place reminded me of the one with a secret passage behind all the rooms. What if the bed-and-breakfast was even worse?

"If Burt shows up in clown makeup, we're going to camp in the woods," I said.

Connor draped his arm over my shoulder and kissed my temple, making me feel like I was five years old. "I think he'll be in rave gear. Sounded like they were having a sex party at the B&B."

I shivered. That was even worse.

Thankfully, Burt was fully dressed. In drag. As Dolly Parton in a blue turtleneck dress with a high knee slit. I instantly relaxed. Drag Dolly Parton wouldn't murder us in our sleep.

Connor complimented her while I climbed into the backseat of the eighties station wagon. It looked oddly familiar.

"This looks like the National Lampoon's Vacation wagon," Connor said. "Did you see that, Ben? They even have a leash hanging off the rear bumper, and the same luggage in the rack."

"Good eye, young man." Burt practically purred as they climbed into the front seat together.

"I loved that movie when I was a kid," Connor said. "How about you, Ben?"

I swallowed hard, wondering if I should go with the flow or tell the truth. Nobody would ever mistake me for the smartest omega. Before I could come up with an adequate lie, I blurted the answer from my heart. "I hated it. Clark was so mean to his brother. And that poor dog."

Both Connor and Burt hung their heads. "Let's have a moment of silence for Dinky," Burt said. Then they both laughed. Assholes.

"Your boyfriend's very unhappy," Burt said. "It's a good thing you're getting the honeymoon suite tonight."

"The what now?" I asked. If I had hackles like Connor, they would have been raised.

"Only room available," Burt said. "You'll love it. There's a balcony where you can watch the birds at the feeder in the morning."

"We need to catch the first train out of here," I said.

"Where are you headed?" Burt asked.

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