Page 34 of A Match Made in Montana

“That’s the kind of thing you’d share on Insta. You now have an account. All you need to do is post pictures or videos every day. Consistency is important when advertising on social media.”

“Videos? Seriously? I have no idea where to start.”

Riley laughed. “I’ll show you, don’t worry. People like real, in-the-moment glimpses of your life and that’s why short videos make a difference when selling your brand on social media.”

“Really? My life is pretty boring, but, okay, I’ll try. And please send me your bill, I’ve taken up so much of your time…”

Riley picked up her son. “Don’t be silly. We’re family. Besides, I’ve—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Mitch stormed into the kitchen. “Where the hell is O’Sullivan?”

“The man is yelling again, Mommy,” Dylan said pointing at Mitch.

Clearly highly amused, Riley put up her hand. “Indeed, he is, sweetie. Apparently, his mood has not improved during the day.”

Mitch glared at her. “Not you. I’m looking for your cousin—where is he?”

He was still hopping mad, but at least his voice had dropped a few octaves.

“You bellowed?” Craig asked as he also entered the kitchen.

Mitch rounded on him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Buying condoms from Carol Bingley of all people in the middle of the morning for all to see and hear—what the hell were you thinking?” Mitch’s voice had raised several decibels again.

“What’s con-condoms, Mommy?” Dylan asked with big eyes.

Chuckling, Riley quickly whispered something in Dylan’s ear.

Annie’s eyes found Craig’s. The butterflies went crazy and there were definitely some beading happening. Oh. My. He’d bought condoms.

Craig winked at her before he faced Mitch. “You really want to get into that now?”

Mitch turned red.

Stepping forward, Annie laid a hand on her brother’s arm. “Mitch, sweetie, what is wrong with you? I’m not sure what’s gotten into him,” she said to Riley and Craig. “My brother is usually a teddy bear.”

“Really?” Riley chuckled. “Has someone eaten his porridge then?”

Inhaling sharply, his eyes wide, Dylan looked at his mother. “Goldilocks?” he whispered loud enough for all to hear.

Craig’s lips twitched. Mitch glared at him.

“The whole town,” Mitch told Annie, “knows what he’s bought. Not one, not two—but three freaking boxes. There’s a wager when and where he’s going to use them.”

“My goodness, people are clearly very bored around here,” Riley said before she smiled at her cousin. “I think it went well this morning, Craig. I’m very happy with what we’ve done. Annie is a natural. I’ll see you in the car,” she said to Craig, struggling with Dylan and her camera.

Mitch held out his hands to Dylan. “Let me help you.”

“I’m fine,” Riley said.

“No, you’re not,” Mitch replied as the little boy went to Mitch without hesitation.

Annie smiled. Mitch loved kids and had a way with them. Apparently, Dylan instinctively knew that.

“Are you going to yell again?” Dylan asked.

“Finished for the day,” Mitch said gravelly.

Dylan smiled. “I’m glad. I don’t like yelling.”

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