Sometimes one bed is better than two.
I’ve been running Dragon’s Landing BB for six months. My ratings are great, my booking consistent, and the townspeople have accepted me as one of their own. I’m living the dream.
But, am I living my dreams? The ones where I find my true mate and raise my family here in the mountains of my ancestors? Not so much. It’s not like I have time to go searching, not with the town’s annual Dragon Fest just around the corner. I can’t afford to have anything go wrong, not after all I’ve done to get this place on track.
Only something does go wrong. I’ve double-booked one of the rooms.
