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Robyn smiled and wiped her mouth with her napkin. “I hope so. If I don’t find someone to share all the muffins and scones I’ve been baking, I’m going to need to start jogging up and down these mountains and you know how much I loathe running.”

Hayleigh laughed. “About as much as I hate it, though I must say you did manage to run like a gazelle out of the cafeteria.”

“You’re not going to let that go, are you?”

“Nope. And neither will Sadie. But, I’ll give it a pass until after tomorrow. I really do want you to enjoy your grand opening.” Hayleigh slid out of her chair when Robyn stood. “Are you sure you aren’t coming to the Meet and Greet?”

“Positive,” Robyn said, truly having no interest in mingling with anyone. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bright and early,” Hayleigh agreed, giving Robyn a hug.

Robyn waited until Hayleigh left through the door that would lead to the lobby where people would already be gathering for the night’s event. Resisting the urge to follow, Robyn left through the exit that led out onto the porch. Stepping down the stairs, she turned her head back at the sound of laughter that spilled out of the lobby when someone opened the double doors of the resort. Would some Little find her forever Daddy tonight? Despite her own reserve, she found herself truly hoping so.

CHAPTER 7

Winston

He’d known that Rawhide Ranch was a resort. He’d seen guests whenever he dropped in to visit with Derek, but it wasn’t until this evening that he realized how many people shared a love of kink. Sure, he’d been to many different clubs, but those were usually filled with the same couples who’d found a safe place to play and catered more to the BDSM end of the kink spectrum. Tonight though, he saw just as many Littles as submissives, if not more.

“Hi, Master Rooster! I’m so glad you came.”

Winston wondered if there was a day when Sadie wasn’t as bubbly as a glass of champagne. As he figured she was part of the draw to her husband’s Ranch, he sincerely hoped not.

“Glad to be here, Miss Sadie. It looks like quite a crowd.”

Sadie looked over the group around them. “This is actually a smaller gathering than some. You should see it around the holidays. At Christmas you can barely move without bumping into someone.”

“And that’s why it’s always fun!” Hayleigh said as she purposefully bumped her hip against her friend’s.

“Speaking of fun, how do you feel about games?” Sadie asked.

“What sort of games?”

Sadie’s brow furrowed. “You know, the regular kind. Like Twister, Go Fish, or there are all sorts of board games too.”

He thought about it, but none of those sounded appealing. Then again, he’d admit that unless he was looking across the table, or better yet, twisting his body around a certain Little girl with curly black hair, he really wasn’t interested. Winston didn’t have a chance to make his apologies before Sadie put her hand on his arm.

“It’s a way to break the ice. Some people find it hard just to jump into a conversation with a stranger even though they know they are in a safe place. When playing a game, it can make it easier.”

The sincerity in her eyes was a reminder that while she might be a Little, she was also a very empathetic adult. Winston would rather chop off his arm than be a source of disappointment to her. He figured the least he could do was man up and show some appreciation for what she and all her friends had created. “Does anyone play charades?”

“Oh, I love charades! I’ll be one captain and, Hayleigh, you can be the other? Okay?”

“What do we get when we beat your team’s butts?” Hayleigh asked.

“Doesn’t matter ’cause no way is that happening!”

Before Winston knew it, he was being directed to help rearrange a pair of couches until they faced each other. Once that was done, Sadie looked a bit put out when Hayleigh declared he was on her team but took it in stride. It turned out payback was in play when Sadie looked around and pointed at Chef Connor. The amazing thing was, not a single soul objectedto being picked, asked what they were supposed to be doing or hesitated to follow the girls’ lead. Of course, when Winston noted the fact that no one had a list of topics handy, Sadie solved that problem by stating each team could decide what the other had to act out, which made it far more of a joint effort.

Despite himself, Winston was having fun. This wasn’t the sort of party where white-gloved servers silently roamed the room offering canapes on silver trays. Instead, there was an entire table loaded with all sorts of snacks and treats and another holding a huge punch bowl and bottles of water. It was, in fact, one of the best times he could remember having. If he looked at the door of the resort far too often, well, that wasn’t the fault of any of the Littles who were on his team.

“We win!” a Little who’d introduced herself as Mindy yelled, bouncing to her feet with her arms above her head, her fists punching the air.

“Free cookies for everyone,” Sadie declared while Chef Connor shook his head and led the team toward the treat table.

Winston watched as the group trooped off. “Aren’t the cookies free for anyone?” he asked as Hayleigh plopped down beside him.

“Yes, but that’s not the point. It’s more fun to think of them as a prize.”

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