Page 40 of Back in the Country
Their logo is simple but effective with two outlined trees above their company name, Twinscapes.
“I still think that Twinscaping would have been better,” Otto grumbles, and I know it’s just to see the vein in Case’s forehead pulse. Going in for the kill, he says, “You know, like manscaping?”
I can’t help it; I double over laughing at Otto’s deadpan delivery. Case now has a grimace in addition to the pulsing forehead vein, and this isexactlywhat I needed today.
Case points an accusing finger at me. “You did that on purpose.”
I shrug.
“Not sorry.” I wink, and he mumbles under his breath as he turns his back on us once again.
“You really want to redo the website? I mean, there’s a couple of things I’d like to improve there—like ideas and stuff—but I don’t want to be a charity case.”
I growl at his insinuation but pull out my phone to take notes.
“Whatever. Just tell me what you’re looking to change. Hey, I never asked—how did you get your logo anyway?”
Case snorts and Otto glares before giving me a sweet smile.
“This cool chick Emily made it for us.”
“Emily, huh?”
Otto attempts an unaffected look while he shrugs, but his cheeks are tinted the lightest shade of pink.
Huh.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Did you turn up the famous Otto charm?” I bat my eyelashes, and he narrows his gaze.
“No. And how do you know about mycharm?”
“You don’t want to know, and I don’t want to talk about it. Now stop stalling and tell me about this girl, Emily.”
“She’s a friend. I met her at one of the field fests and she offered to help us design a logo.”
“Did you hook up with her?”
“No, she—”
“She turned him down flat.” Case laughs.
“I wassayingshe was with her British boyfriend. He was a cool dude. They were going to spend a couple of weeks in his hometown.”
“British, huh?”
“Yeah, like the accent and shit.” His expression turns flirtatious. “My accent hasn’t let me down yet either.”
“Except with Emily.”
“Dude! Fucking leave it alone!” Otto growls, and I watch as Case’s shoulders shake with not-so-silent laughter.
“I think it’s cute that there’s a woman out there that’s bested Otto Thayer,” I say jokingly, but the darkness that passes over his face is anything but.
Interesting.
“We still talkin’ about the website or what?” he grumbles, and I let the snarky remark go as I focus on my phone.
