Greg was furious when he found me. “You almost burnt down the town!”
“And it was fucking amazing!” Weston said, giddy. “This video is about to go viral!”
“We don’t need any more bad publicity,” Greg warned, trying to snatch the phone away from Weston.
“Just add the complaints onto today’s agenda.”
“What agenda?”
I had plans, and it included Meg in skimpy lingerie.
“Your deadline is up,” Crawford reminded us. “I need to see results.”
I looked over toward Meg as we headed to the bus, and there was Walter talking to her, touching her arm.
“Don’t worry about him,” Garrett said loftily. “We’re going to kill that relationship before it even starts.”
55
Meghan
“Hunter’s stupid flame-ball video is going viral,” Kate complained after I had talked baking with a number of excited women and girls. They were all very impressed with my blush-pink appliances.
“The people who only wanted flash and no substance were going to vote for him anyways,” Susie assured me, stealing a bite from one of the tiramisu ramekins. “I’m actually really impressed with your baking skills.”
“I’m very impressed!”
“Hey, Walter!” Kate greeted her boss.
He leaned over and kissed my cheek.
“Oh, uh…”
“Hunter seems otherwise engaged,” he murmured. “Do you want to try again for our date?”
“I um—”
“She’s in the middle of a down and dirty campaign tactic,” Kate told Walter. “Keeping Hunter off-balance.”
“Political and underhanded. I think you’re the woman of my dreams,” Walter told me.
“Er…” I started to sweat.
“After you win the election and you dump Hunter in the gutter where he belongs, I’ll be waiting.” Walter kissed my hand.
“Sure!” I squeaked.
“Wow, two hot billionaires after you!” Susie joked after Walter and Kate had left.
“It’s not all that it’s cracked up to be,” I replied, taking a big bite of tiramisu.
“Maybe you can swing a swanky apartment from one of them,” Susie said as she helped me carry all my baking supplies back home. With the bake-off festival, there was no way I would have been able to park close by.
“I can’t come live with you?” I half joked.
“If you want to live in a small cabin with an old dog, sure, but it is a drive into town. Are you sure your car is going to be able to handle that?”
“You jest but probably not.” I felt dejected. “Ugh, what am I going to do?”
