“Oh.” Greer slides her fingers out of it, careful not to pull any. “You have nice hair.”
“I’ll tell you how yours is after our next kiss.”
She grins as she steps back. “Who says we’re going to kiss again?”
“I do.”
“We’ll see about that.” She winks and struts over to her front door.
That woman is dangerous.
***
Daydreaming about a kiss is not getting me anywhere except closer to calling her.
Wait. I don’t have Greer’s number.
Does Creed? Probably.
That boy is too smart.
Integer pokes his head into my open office door. “You got a minute?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“You gotta talk to Bram.”
I don’t like where this is going. “Why?”
“You know how his woman is planning the winter festival?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, she’s not sending me the bills. She’s walking around paying cash for everything. That’s going to make it a nightmare at the end to balance the books. And where is she getting all this cash? Because I didn’t hand her any. Everything is always billed to the club. That’s always how we do it.”
“Could Ledger have given him some?”
Integer shakes his head. “We note all cash payments in the private books. Even the not so legitimate ones. There’s nocash unaccounted for. She’s spent thousands of dollars. Warden came to me—”
“What? Why could she possibly need to see him? He arranges all the permits we need every year. It was in the packet I gave Bram.” That part I remember.
“She told him it’s for the musical act she’s hiring.”
Musical act…that might bring in more people and revenue. “That’s a good idea.”
“Except she told him she was getting Kia to play.”
“WHAT? Is she crazy? There’s no way our small town could support what her performance fee has got to be. That would kill the event. We wouldn’t make anything.”
“That’s why you need to talk to Bram. He’s got to get that woman under control before she tanks the event.”
“We won’t let that happen. But the club certainly doesn’t want to waste a bunch of money.”
“I’m worried Bram is so into this woman he plans on paying it himself.”
That’s a scary thought. “I’ll take care of it.”
***
