Page 34 of Wrong Turn, Right Bear
“They’ll love it.” Humans would titter over that. “But maybe use a reference they’ll understand such as, “Your guide might be a bear at times!” Everyone would get the joke and shifters could giggle about it being so literal.
My mate put the pencil on his lips. “Mmmm I like it.” He tapped at the computer.
Lake took the spoon from my hand and banged it on the tray. He was telling me I was too slow to feed him so I grabbed another one and gave him some peas. Most went on the floor but he managed to eat a few so that was a success.
“Listen to this, babe.”
“I’m all ears and so is Lake.”
“Meet your Guides.” He paused. “This is me as I’m the head guy and owner.”
Our son tossed the second spoon on the floor and I cut up the sausage into smaller pieces so Lake could feed himself. He was done with cutlery for the day.
“Ash Barrow is an experienced outdoors man who’s lived in the area most of his life, loves the forest and its animal population and has arms strong enough to row you across the lake without breaking a sweat.”
“Hmmm sounds more like a dating profile.” I giggled ‘cause I’d date that guy.
My mate jumped up and wiggled his butt. “It worked on you, didn’t it?”
Very funny.
“There’s more.” Ash didn’t bother sitting down but picked up the computer
“Great. Let’s hear it.”
“Guests of all ages are welcome. We provide highchairs at lakeside lunches. Enjoy our picnics for kids prepared by Chef Theo.”
I raised a brow ‘cause I wasn’t known for my cooking prowess. “Chef? I’ve gone up in the world.”
My mate tucked the pencil behind his ear. “Or I could tell the truth and say you’re the guy who cuts up the sandwiches in cute little shapes.”
Fine. The original did sound better.
Ash scrolled back through the document on the screen. “I could add this to the first bit.” His fingers flew over the keyboard. “At Ash’s Outdoor Escapes, you’re not just a guest, you’re part of the pack.” He grinned.
Gods he was shoving shifter references in everywhere he could.
Lake grumbled and I wiped his face and picked him up before wandering over to Ash. Our son squealed and leaned over and grabbed a piece of paper.
“Lake wants to be included in the brochure.” My mate kissed our little boy.
That was a huge stretch but I agreed he could addsomething personal about our family. People lapped that stuff up.
Ash frowned in concentration but Lake’s red face, his grunting and a not so nice aroma signaled it was time for a clean diaper. While I was in the nursery, my mate giggled. I hoped what he was writing would wow our potential audience and not have everyone rolling their eyes.
“What do you think Papa is doing?” I kissed Lake’s belly. He kicked his legs and giggled. “Maybe when you’re older, you can write his brochures.” When Lake was grown, the world might be very different and people might arrive in the mountains in flying cars.
Ash called, telling me to hurry as he wanted to read what he’d come up with.
“The header is: A Wild Start To Family Life.” He glanced at me and I nodded.
“We believe adventures are better when shared. Our family started in a boat in the middle of the lake with a stubborn motor, a bag of snacks and a determined little boy who couldn’t wait to meet us.”
Okay I had to admit that was kinda good.
“Since then we’ve added toddler giggles, midnight diaper runs, and plenty of bear hugs to our lives.”
Maybe my mate should consider a new career.
