“Told you so.” Mike reached for a second pastry. She noted Bronx had finished his as well, but he was a very large man. Hers was less than half-eaten so she took another bite, savoring the subtle mix of flavors.
Bronx and Mike seemed to have come to an agreement about the property, because Mike jumped up from the table and went back to his car, popping the trunk and returning with a file of paperwork that York and Bronx read through carefully. Bronx and Mike signed the paperwork. Then Mike handed Bronx a ring of keys and asked, “So, how are you gonna get home tonight?”
“I’ll call when we’re about ready to leave and they’ll come get us. What motel would you recommend we stay at until the trailer is cleaned and our furniture arrives so we can live in it?”
“The Pine Corner Plaza is the best one on your side of town. Gives you a commute of less than five minutes. If you want to stay right in town I’d suggest Fred’s Place. Also, why don’t you give Jen’s Cleaning a call. They’ll have your trailer all shiny clean in a couple hours.” Mike pulled out his cell phone, scrolled through it and scribbled a number on the back of his business card and gave it to Bronx.
“Thank you, Mike. Have you got a number for Pine Corner Plaza as well?” asked York.
“I do indeed.”
Once he’d written on another business card and handed it to York, he said, “Shall I drive you back to your property now, or do you want to look around town some?”
Everything had happened so fast Nevis felt almost breathless. She hadn’t even met Bronx a couple of days ago, and now she’d agreed to stay with them and help set up a branch of the Hot Springs Wolf Pack transportation business with them.
And possibly mate them as well.
Fucking hell. I think I need my head read. I must have been insane to agree to this. I don’t even know these men.
Chapter Three
Bronx called Trenton. He could hear the helicopter blades whirring in the background of the call.
“We’re not quite finished here yet. I should be there in forty to fifty minutes though.”
“That’s not a problem. We’ll see you then.”
Mike dropped them off at Pine Corner Plaza and pointed to the road they’d need to take them back to their property for Trenton to pick them up. Bronx waved Nevis to enter the hotel first then followed York into the reception area. It wasn’t a tiny country hotel, but it wasn’t like one in a major city either. It was only two stories high and he guessed it would have less than fifty rooms.
“Help ya?” asked a gum-chewing older man doing a crossword puzzle.
“Hi, I’m Bronx. My partners and I have just acquired the old warehouse on the edge of town and we’ll be setting up a branch of Hot Springs Transportation there. We’ll need rooms for a few days until the trailer there is ready for us to move into.”
“Transportation, eh? Well likely y’all have no trouble getting the furnishings delivered. You want I can give you the number for Jen’s Cleaning? She’ll have the place looking good before the cat can lick her ear.”
“Mike already gave us her number, thank you. I’ll contact her as soon as we’re done here.”
The old man nodded and waggled the computer mouse before tapping on a few keys. “I’ll put you on the ground floor. If you’re gonna be in and out all day you won’t want to be walking up and down the stairs all the time.”
“Thanks. I’d appreciate it. The place we’ve just come from has no elevator and it’s hell carrying luggage up and down all the time.” Bronx remembered he hadn’t contacted anyone about an elevator for the hot springs building yet and made a mental note to do that while he waited for Trenton to return for them.
“How many car parking spaces you need? Three?”
Bronx hadn’t even thought of that. “We came by helicopter today but we’ll need to buy a couple of cars I guess. Say three, and I’ll let you know.”
“If you came by ’copter how you getting home?”
“We’ll walk back to the warehouse and the pilot will pick us up there.”
“I’ll drive you there. I’ve always wanted to see one of them things up close. James!”
The last word was a positive shriek. Bronx had to stop himself taking a couple of steps back from the desk. A teenage boy stuck his head around the door.
“What, Grandpa?”
“Mind the desk. I gotta give these folks a ride to their helicopter.”
“Helicopter? Can I come, too?”
“Who’ll mind the desk?”
“Mom!”
This time Bronx was half expecting the yell and it didn’t seem to pierce his eardrums so much. He had to hide his smile though when “Mom” expressed an interest in seeing the chopper as well and a lively argument ensued until the two males outvoted her.