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“Like people here care. Valle Granja was settled by the Spanish, but we’re still gonna go all in with the green stuff and celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day like everybody in town is Irish.”
“It’s a good name,” Scott said. “And it’ll work well when advertising the fundraiser.”
I mulled it over for a moment, then smiled. With all the bank rejections it would take a miracle to get the studio off the ground, and I’d take any luck I could get.
“You know what? I like it. Clover Dance Studio it is.”
Chapter 8 - José
Istared at the email for several seconds before opening it. Lowell almost never emailed me, and for a moment I wondered if his account had been hacked and it was spam.
Then it hit me. It was a forward with the subject of ‘Fundraiser Flier.
I clicked it and stared at the graphic.
Wes—my gorgeous Wes—was going to hold a dance as a fundraiser. It was perfect for him.
I opened the larger attachment and sent it to my printer. We had a community bulletin board outside, something to help potential buyers see what was available in the different parts of town. If even a few extra people went because I posted it there, I would count it as a success.
I grabbed the flier as soon as it finished printing and strode out of my office. It was only as I approached the front doors that I realized I’d forgotten to grab a thumb tack. I stopped at the reception desk.
“Hey Avery,” I said. “Do you have a thumb tack?”
“I think so, gimme a minute to look.”
He turned and I set the paper on the counter, watching him as he rummaged through a drawer.
Was I wasting time hoping for the impossible? Avery was a good-looking omega practically throwing himself at me. He was smart and funny, kind and strong—everything an alpha could ask for in a mate.
But he wasn’t Wes.
“You gonna put this on the board?”
I blinked and saw Avery holding the flier. “Yeah.”
“Looks like fun. You planning to go?”
I wanted to, but part of me thought it would be better to just send a donation with Lowell.
“I haven’t decided,” I replied.
“I could go with you,” Avery offered with a smile.
It was wrong, and I knew it. As great as Avery was, he would never be able to replace Wes.
I shook my head. It was time I made it clear that it was a dead-end road. “Avery,” I started. “I appreciate it, but…”
He held up a hand. “As a friend.”
I blinked, not expecting that response.
Avery took a deep breath. “I… kinda overheard your conversation with Morgan. I’ve been trying to reel it in lately, though sometimes I don’t realize I’m coming on so strong.”
I winced. “Sorry, I should have told you sooner.”
He shook his head. “I get it. It’s not easy to let somebody down.”
I took a deep breath to reorient myself. “If you heard the conversation, you also heard…”
