“You’re right. Let’s finish getting set up. Thanks, Rumor.”
“Anytime, babe.”
The farmer’s market was a great success. By noon, we’d sold out of most of our offerings. The peach cobblers and cheesecake jars sold like hotcakes. Everything else did as well. Wilder sat behind us and said the pre-orders for the next week were already piling in.
We had ourselves a business. A successful one too.
And it was ours. No one else’s.
“What are they ordering?” I asked, sitting down for the first time since we arrived. Rumor sat down as well and immediatelya lemonade and scone were delivered into our hands by Penn. I chuckled a little.
“What?” Rumor asked. Her mouth was already full of cinnamon-blueberry scone. Some females got morning sickness during the first part of the pregnancy. Rumor? She got morning starvation. By the time lunch came around, she’d have eaten three breakfasts. I loved it for her. I loved that she’d found this life.
She deserved every minute of it.
“Nothing. You sit down. Scones and lemonade are served.”
Giggling, she raised one eyebrow. “Hey, what can I say? I’m spoiled rotten.”
“As you should be.”
The farmer’s market ended at two, so we only had two more hours left and only a quarter of the inventory. “How about we take down the two side tables and move everything to one? That way, we can pack up faster and go home.”
“Good idea, Lily.” Penn was the first to start taking tables down. We had a system of putting things away so that our process moved as efficiently as possible. “Hold the monster, please.”
The monster was Bernie. Penn called her a monster and had taught her to growl pretty early on. “Hello, Monster. I haven’t gotten to hold you all day. That’s a record.”
“She’s in a clingy phase. All she wants to do is be held by her daddies. I’m just the milk supply.”
While the boys were putting tables away, and Rumor worked on her snack, Bernie and I stood up to greet two males approaching the table.
“Hi, can we help you? We have a lot of different things. All homemade. Except the honey, the bees make that.”
One of the men was tall and lean, almost willowy. He had blond hair and piercing blue eyes. The other was a bit shorterand definitely stockier. Bordered on chubby, but both of them were equally handsome.
“Bernie, I don’t think they want to buy anything.” I pretended to bite her neck.
My wolf howled inside me. Not at Bernie, either. My wolf loved her.
My animal…she wasn’t really howling at two males, was she?
Better not be.
Chapter Six
Roan
“Does this look right to you two?” I asked, standing back, almost running straight into a family in the process.
My packmates came to stand next to me and we assessed our stand. It wasn’t pretty like the others on either side of us but then again, we weren’t selling cute 3D printables or hair bows. Harlan was selling metal goods. Forged in his workshop with a welder and his blood, sweat, and probably tears.
Sometimes good things weren’t pretty.
“We need a sign. Everyone has a sign.” Benji looked around with his hands on his hips.
“That’s it. We didn’t order a sign.”
All three of us threw our hands up. A sign.
