Part 62 (1/2)
They were in constant motion and she'd lost track of which was which. ”Breakfast is included in the price.”
”Great but all we really need you to do is...”
”... throw half a dozen raw eggs into a blender.”
”We're in training.”
For what? Salmonella? But they were guests, so all she said aloud was, ”Well, if you'll give us a few minutes, we'll get room one ready for you.”
”No hurry.”
”We're going for a run down by the lake.”
”We've been on the road since dawn and...”
”... we don't do so well sitting still that long.”
”We'll be back in about an hour.”
Ron, or possibly Reg, grinned up, way up, at Dean. ”See you later, big fella.”
Reg, or as it were, Ron, nodded at Claire. ”Ma'am.”
They bounded out the door together. Claire had never seen anyone over the age of three actually bound before. Feeling a little out of breath, although she hadn't moved from behind the counter during the entire exchange, she wondered just when exactly she'd become a ma'am.
”Cool guys,” Dean said. ”Lots of energy. Should I go up and do the room?”
And was Boss really any better?
”Boss?”
Not really. ”Why not? Has to be done.”
She walked over to the desk as he went upstairs and dropped into the chair. Keep your distance, she reminded herself. The way things have turned out, he'll be moving on long before you do.
When Austin came into the office a few minutes later, she was sulkily updating the day's noninformation into the site journal. ”What's with you?” she asked, noticing the cat's bottle brush tail, and half open mouth.
”Something stinks,” he growled. ”I smell dog.”
”Two guests just registered.” She hadn't noticed any particular odor, but if the twins were competing at the sportsman's show perhaps that meant they worked with dogs.
”It's coming from over here.”
Rolling her eyes, Claire got up to peer over the counter at him.
”And it's not dog.”
He was sniffing the spot where Reg, or possibly Ron, had stood to sign the register.