“What kind of plans?” Meredith asked, nosy as ever.
“If you must know, I have a massage tonight.”
“Ooh. Nice.”
“Perks of being the boss.”
Meredith scoffed. “More like perks of having Landry make you take care of yourself. Have you noticed that if the people who love you didn’t insist on it, you would never eat a real meal, get any rest, or have that fabulous masseuse work the stress out of your neck and shoulders?”
Before Bronwyn could say anything, Meredith continued, “Don’t let her fool you, Mo. Landry sets up the appointments and guilt-trips Bronwyn into going. And even then, she only agrees because Katrina, the massage therapist, uses her as a guinea pig for new techniques.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Mo said. “I’ve only been here for a few hours, and I’ve already had to order her lunch because apparentlysomeonedoesn’t stop to eat.”
“How did you learn that?” Was there a hint of eagerness in Meredith’s voice?
“June and I had a lovely chat.”
“I see.” Definite disappointment.
“June needs to be careful who she spills my secrets to,” Bronwyn grumbled.
“Whatever. The Haven would fall apart without you, and you would fall apart without June,” Meredith added.
“She runs a tight ship.” Mo’s tone was approving. “I like her.”
“What?” Meredith sounded as surprised as Bronwyn was. “Did you say you like her?”
“I do. Like I said, we had a chat. She’s Team Bronwyn all the way.”
“Oh good. I was wondering.”
“Bronwyn knows how to put good people around her when she has control of the situation,” Mo said. “We just need to sort this mess so she can put the people she wants in positions of authority across The Haven. If she could put good people in a few key positions, she wouldn’t need to work eighty hours a week.”
“Well, then get on with it and get this mess sorted.” Meredith’s voice faded out and Bronwyn thought she heard her say something like, “Okay, just a sec.” Then her voice came back through the line. “I have to dash. My afternoon looks like two root canals. What do you have on your agenda?”
Mo didn’t say anything, so Bronwyn assumed he assumed the question was directed at her. “After I eat this lunch, I have rounds to make.”
“You need a little face time with the guests and staff.” Meredith didn’t make it a question.
“Exactly. I’ll deal with whatever drama unfolds from that. Then I have an interview with a reporter.”
“What?”
“It’s for a travel magazine that caters to a European market. I forgot I’d said I could squeeze it in today. We’ve had a few new guests in the past couple of months that have convinced me there’s a market there.”
“How does this help you stay under the radar?”
“It doesn’t. But I’m not trying to stay under the radar of those who want to be here. I’m just trying to be sure Gossamer Falls doesn’t wind up overrun with paparazzi desperate to sneak a peek at the guests here. Plus, my father asked me to take the interview.” Bronwyn sighed. “But I think Uncle William is the one behind it.”
Mo sat straighter in the chair.
“Is this an in-person interview?” Meredith asked.
“It is. The journalist should arrive in the next hour. We’re supposed to talk around four thirty. Then he’ll be staying here for the next two nights. We’re supposed to meet again before he leaves.”
“I don’t like the sound of this.” Meredith’s voice was laced with worry.
“I don’t like it either,” Mo said. “That’s why I’ll be going to the interview with her.”
