“Beep?” Cal asked.
“If it’s what I’m thinking, it’s not that obscure.”
“Not to you. But it would be to them.”
“Is it Catherine’s Falls thirteen?” Bronwyn narrowed her eyes at Mo. “No spaces, with the apostrophe, and with the number not spelled out.”
“Got it in one.”
“How?” Cal’s outrage would have been more believable if he hadn’t been so obviously impressed.
“It’s...” Bronwyn stopped. It wasn’t a secret. It had been, at the time, but that was a long, long time ago.
Mo squeezed her shoulder. “It’s up to you.”
“You don’t have to tell me. I can guess.”
Bronwyn turned back around in time to catch Cal’s grin. It could have lit an entire stadium. “You were thirteen when everything changed between you,” he said. “And given the way Mo here reacted to that photo at your place, I’m going to go way out on a limb and say whatever changed happened at Catherine’s Falls.”
“It was innocent.” Bronwyn didn’t like the way he made it sound ... scandalous. All they’d done was hold hands.
Cal reached out and patted her knee before returning his hand to the wheel. “I never thought anything else. And I agree with Mo. He chose a password you would come up with but one they never would. It’s diabolically brilliant.”
“I’m not sure if I should be offended or charmed,” Mo said. “The more important issue is that they’re trying to hack into the system. And they’re doing it very much in the open. What’s changed?”
Cal glanced at Bronwyn. “I know privacy is important to you, but there’s no way I’m dropping you off and leaving you to your fate. So you might as well bring me up to speed. Are they going to try to vote you out?”
“They may try, but Grandmother, of all people, reminded meto look at our bylaws, and unless they can prove I’m guilty, they can’t get rid of me.”
“I thought they could?” Cal took the final turn to The Haven at an alarming speed.
“So did I. And they could have until a few months ago. But I’ve been there long enough now that they have to have legitimate cause.”
“Like tenure?”
“Sort of. It isn’t that they can’t get rid of me, but it’s much, much harder. And I’m not sure they realize it. We could be facing two wildly different scenarios. One is that they think they have to schedule a vote, vote me out, and it’s done.”
“Is it bad that I’m hoping for that option? Because how fun would it be for you to swoop in there and wave the bylaws at them with a flourish and say, ‘Think again.’ It has a very superhero-like vibe to it. What’s the second scenario?”
“The second is not as much fun. That one is that, regardless of whether they know they need legitimate cause or not, they think they have it. They plan to confront me with ‘proof’”—Bronwyn made air quotes when she said the word—“and use that to either oust me or bring me to heel.”
“I definitely like option one.” Cal glanced at her. “Front entrance or employee?”
“Front. It’s faster.”
“On it.”
Bronwyn turned in her seat. Mo had gone quiet while she talked. “You okay back there?”
His grunt wasn’t particularly reassuring but interrupting whatever he was doing on his phone didn’t seem like a good idea.
She leaned around Cal when he rolled to a stop at the gate. The security guard, Klaus, stepped forward. When he saw her, his eyes widened. “Ms. Pierce.”
“Anything I need to know?”
“Security is on alert throughout the resort. Guests are unaware of anything unusual.”
“Thank you.”
