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“Okay.” My stomach swooped. “Nothing bad, right? I know I flubbed the greeting on the phone. That won’t happen again. I’ve just been answering phones over there a lot too…”
“I’m sure your head must be spinning from working both places.”
Uh-oh. Was Skylar annoyed I was devoting so much time to a competitor? It wasn’t really his style, but…
“It’s nothing bad,” Skylar assured me. “Wrap up the call and then we’ll talk.”
Reluctantly, I took Chester off Hold. “Okay, what’s wrong now?” I said. “Too many men poking their rods in your hole?”
Chester missed the innuendo. “Exactly that! Skylarpromisedus we’d get to keep our fishing spot. It has our name on it!”
“The resort allows guests there during restricted hours. That’s all Skylar promised. You don’t own the lake, Chester.”
He harrumphed. “I tried to take Miss Kitty on a lovely picnic and show her my favorite bait, and the place was overrun!”
“Mm-hmm. Just what kind of bait were you intending toshowBrooks’s grandmother? You better be careful.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know Brooks is living with Skylar. You piss him off, and there might be no hookers in that hole.”
“Are you threatening me, young man?” he said so indignantly I almost laughed.
Grandma Kitty liked Chester for some bizarre reason, but he was so damn easy to wind up.
“Just a friendly warning,” I assured him. “Be a gentleman with Miss Kitty.”
“I always am.”
“Good, keep it that way and I think we’ll all be happy.”
“Okay…”
“Thanks for calling. Have a great day!”
“Oh, but what about?—”
I hung up quick before he could launch into his original complaint. What would be the use of sidetracking him so nicely if I had to stand there and listen to his whining about the fishing hole? The Weekend Hookers had been a tough sell on the resort, and Skylar had done what he could to give them some ownership of their favorite fishing spot while still making it accessible to tourists on weekends.
Of course, with a guy like Chester, if you gave him a fishing hole, he’d just want the whole lake. He was never satisfied.
I turned toward the other clerk working the desk. “I’ve got to step away. If Chester calls back, tell him to stop being so uptight and share his hole.”
“Uh…okay.”
I headed to Skylar’s office. The door was open, but I rapped on the door frame to alert him I was there.
“Hey, come in,” he said.
“What’s up? I hope my working over at the B&B isn’t a problem. I know I’ve kinda been helping your competitor.”
He waved me to a chair. “You know I don’t care about that. Declan’s important to you.”
“Yeah.” I dropped into the seat. “So, you called me in to thank me for handling Chester every day? Idodeserve a raise. You’re correct.”
He chuckled, perfectly aware I was kidding. I got paid a good wage for my position, and I was grateful for it.
“I do appreciate skipping that headache,” he said. “But actually, I wanted to talk to you about housekeeping.”
