I started the Oliver Creek Brew five years ago before Oliver Creek went from sleepy and dying to a bustling, trendy town. I wait daily for my omega to walk right in and order a coffee. Perhaps I’ve been reading too many romance novels. I long for him, whoever he is.
Everyone loves coffee and pastries, and I even offer a selection of superior loose-leaf teas. I’ve almost given up on meeting my fated when a handyman traveling through town offers to help with my disaster of a plumbing issue. Problem is, he’s a wandering spirit and mine loves to stay right here at home.
