Page 4 of You Otter Know
“Uh…” He totally forgot his name for a moment, staring into those eyes. “Bohdi.”
“Well, Bohdi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m River. Let’s go get this taken care of.”
Chapter
Three
God, Bohdi smelled so good his mouth watered, and River’s cock rose hard and fast. Honestly, this guy was like a Christmas gift, falling into his lap.
In fact, he could totally see having a little vacay romantic vibe with this guy. Sandy blond hair in a shaggy extreme sports kind of cut fell over Bohdi’s forehead and into his eyes. It looked sun-bleached on top and darker underneath, and that was a pretty picture.
Shockingly green eyes fringed with dark gold lashes took in everything with the sort of wide eyed panic. Bohdi had an athletic body, not exactly tall but not tiny and definitely a little stocky and corded with muscle. It was as if he was designed to snowboard or surf or something like that. His center of gravity would be low to the ground so that he could balance on small things.
In fact, he was just River’s type, and River wasn’t sure he wanted to go down to the office and work all of this out. They could totally share a bed. Of course, knowing his luck, Bohdi was straight.
Sighing, he opened the door to the cabin and stopped on a dime before he tripped over the stuff that was sitting on the stoop.
“What the hell is all of that?” Bodie asked.
“Um, it looks like gift baskets. Two of them, to be exact.” Wrapped in cellophane, too, which was good because it was snowing pretty hard now, and there was about a quarter of an inch dusting each basket’s little tied off top and bow.
“Are you having birthday or something?”
“Nope.” He bent down to pick up the note that was attached to one of the baskets. It was folded cardboard, so the snow hadn’t managed to make the neat blog printing disappear yet.
It read:
Dear Mr. Almeida,
So this one was for him.
We’re terribly sorry for the inconvenience of double booking your cabin. Unfortunately, the front desk staff has been called away due to a family emergency, and the manager is out of town for the Christmas holiday. When the front desk staff returns, the lodge will be perfectly happy to make things right. In the meantime, we hope you enjoy your stay and please accept this gift basket as a token of our apology. Sincerely, Branson, Front Desk Staff.
He read it out loud to Bohdi, who blinked at him, and the panic seeming to rise as evidenced by the pink stain on his cheeks and the set of his lips, which became mutinous and obstinate.
“What the fuck does that even mean? Does it mean there’s not gonna be another cabin? I mean, we’re stuck here together? On Christmas Eve? I’ll just go sleep in my car or something.”
River grabbed the note from the other gift basket. The wording read exactly the same, except he assumed it was addressed to Bohdi, because the last name on it was Depford.
“Look, don’t be hasty.” He picked up a gift basket, finding it surprisingly heavy. “Get that other one and bring it back inside, and we’ll sit down and talk about it.”
“What is there to talk about? They double booked the cabin, and now they’re telling us they can’t do anything about it. A family emergency, my ass.” Bohdi did grab the other basket, though and then slammed the door behind them striding into the little living room of the cabin and putting the gift basket down on the coffee table before he started to pace.
“So, the least we can do is see what’s in the baskets, I guess.” River plopped down on the couch.
Bohdi whirled on him, throwing his hands up in the air, his expression incredulous. “Really, that’s the best you can do? Look I came here to get away from people. My family drives me crazy at this time of year, and I just wanted a freaking vacation, and now I’m stuck here with you, who I don’t know, and the most inept desk worker in the history of the world. I don’t even know if they’re going to have food now because there’s nobody working at the front desk! Does that mean the kitchen staff is gone too? Are we here by ourselves in the middle of nowhere? Is this like a serial killer situation?”
River simply watched him rant a little bit. It was good to get that kind of thing out of your system. He wasn’t really the panicky type, but then again what did he have to do except sit around and read a book and then go swimming in his other form? That was why he wanted the creek. Otter shifters liked to swim.
He wondered what kind of shifter Bohdi was, because he smelled really damn good. Which led River to wonder if maybe he wasn’t another otter, because a lot of times he found other shifters sort of gamey smelling.
“Hey, I’m not sure what you want me to do. They basically told us nobody’s going to be at the front desk before tomorrow,at the earliest, so I can sleep on the couch if I need to. It’s not bad.” He patted the cushion next to him.
“You’ve already slept in the bed.”
“Yeah, but I took a shower right before I did. It’s not like I was skanky or anything.” He smiled, hoping his expression won Bohdi over some. “I’m here to get away from my family, too, so we have that in common at least.”
Bohdi gave him a stony stare. “I would imagine everyone is here to get away from their families. I didn’t see any kids, so it doesn’t look like a destination for the Disney crowd.”
