Page 84 of Knot Her Mountain Men

“Oh, yeah. Can you put this number on it, please? My old phone is missing.”

“I absolutely can do that. Thank you for keeping us informed. Have a good day, Ms. Harris.”

Morgan hung up, leaning against me despondently. “I hate everything.”

I nuzzled her softly.

She sighed, lifting her nose to brush along the underside of my chin. “Okay, maybe noteverything, but it’s close if we exclude my two favorite packs.”

I typed out a message to Kit but showed it to Morgan before hitting send.

Bear:

Take everything over to storage. We need to figure out Morgan’s apartment

She nodded, and I sent it off.

“Fuck. I guess I don’t even need that apartment if I’m not going to be working there anymore.”

I pulled open a notes app on my phone so I could give my throat a rest but not have to stop touching Morgan and she wouldn’t have to struggle to interpret my signing while my arms were around her.

Could you turn anything you’re doing now into a job?

“Maybe. I’ve been trying to get some companies to sponsor me on social media. I’ve got a decent following, but not huge.”

Want me to talk to my blog sponsors?

“Couldn’t hurt. They won’t do anything if they think I’m a bad investment no matter how much they like you, so I can’t feel bad about nepotism-ing my way into things.”

What if you took this time to focus on that work?

Before she could interrupt with a protest, I tapped her lips and continued typing.

I know you don’t want to rely on anyone, but you’re doing important work. Omegas deserve the wilderness as much as anyone else, and some will need an example to encourage them, show them how.

“That’s what I wanted to do. What I’ve beentryingto do.”

You can still do tourism. Use us as your guinea pig if you want.

Morgan glanced up at me. I could practically see the wheels turning. “What if we hosted omegas? Like your hunts, but for lessons. Or, I guess, hunting too, if that’s something they were interested in. Omega retreats, getaways. A place where they can be safe outdoors.” She turned back to the phone for my answer, snuggling tighter against me.

I think that’s an amazing idea.

Excitement bubbled up in the bond. “You really think it would work?”

I don’t see why it wouldn’t.

Relief was potent in my chest. Excitement was deeply preferable to agony, and it would be good for her to have something to focus on.

Show me your work?

She perked up instantly. “Oh my god. I forgot we have Internet now.”

Morgan popped open her website and scrolled through her gallery of photos. They were gorgeous, capturing unique angles and lighting, with plenty focusing on the smaller, more often forgotten elements of the forest: moss lit up in golden light, a rainbow of mushrooms, little rodents peeking through snow, songbirds perched between fresh spring blooms.

Morgan beamed up at me, no doubt feeling all the pride she had evoked in me. “You like them?”

I purred, rubbing my cheek against her hair. “I love them. You don’t need that job to make your mark.” I tapped her chest. “You have everything you need right here.”

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