I glared at him.
“All of those chairs need to be dust free,” Hunter barked at Isaac. “I apologize about his behavior. He’s not going near your sisters again.”
“I better have all the information on my desk by tomorrow morning,” I warned him. “I’m done with letting you jerk me around.”
10
Hunter
“Are you out of your mind?” I barked at Isaac after Meg and her sisters had left.
“Minnie kissedme!” Isaac insisted as he haphazardly wiped down the furniture. “I was just minding my own business, and then she popped out of nowhere.”
“And then he basically word vomited all our family business,” Bruno said.
“You’re just jealous because Minnie likes me more.”
“No,” Bruno retorted, “it’s just because she knew you were dumber.”
“What information did you give them?” I demanded.
“Not a lot, just, you know, the financial stuff,” Isaac admitted.
So that’s why she was down here.
“You’re scaring them for no reason,” I chided Isaac.
“They’re penniless, and their uncle ran off with their money,” my brother exclaimed.
“I’m going to fix it,” I promised. “Well, I was planning on fixing it, but now you went and stirred up the hornets’ nest.”
“So that’s that? You’re just going to let their behavior slide?” Greg asked from his spot across the room where he wasnot helping.
“I’m handling it,” I said to the ceiling, trying to ease the tension in my shoulders.
“Are you handling it like Meg’s finances?” he asked snidely.
“They’re in debt,” Garrett said. “Major debt. We filed police reports and started the process to have the majority of it expunged. But the house…” He slid a finger across his throat.
“Don’t give them a penny until after the election,” Greg said. “We need that one last card in our back pocket to pull just in case things go south.”
* * *
I didn’t seehow I would lose. I mean, Meg didn’t even have a campaign office.
Unfortunately, Greg had not been convinced and had insisted that I be at the health-and-safety committee meeting that afternoon. There were several prominent community members on the board. Greg had thought it would be good for them to see that I was serious about being involved in run-of-the-mill Harrogate matters, even though I would rather supervise the toddlers in a mud bath than sit in the stuffy conference room and listen to several of Harrogate’s most notorious seniors discuss their ailments.
“You have to eat more fiber,” Edith Roberts was telling Bettina. “Come down to Girl Meets Fig! I’ve just invented a new smoothie. My granddaughter is going to ask one of the big restaurant blogs to post about it.”
“I’m not drinking any of that tree bark sludge you gave Art,” Bettina said flatly. “He ruined my couch after I pressed his G-spot last night.”
I need a real campaign manager. Someone who isn’t Greg or Garrett, who just enjoys sowing chaos and yanking my chain. And making me go to these meetings.
“Fiber keeps your colon healthy.”
“Art can’t take it,” Bettina countered. She jerked her chin at me. “Hecould, though.”
Ida looked me up and down. “Yep. That’s a man with an iron sphincter.”
