“You better step it up if you’re going to be mayor,” Mace said. “I think Josie attends more small-town events than you, and she is in Manhattan for work half the time.”
“He’s going to be in our fundraising festival!” Josie said. “He’s working on making it up.”
I grabbed a drink. I was not looking forward to the festival.
We had towers of champagne for the adults and sparkling grape juice for the kids. The whole town had turned out, lining the sidewalks, waiting for the new train engine to chug down the middle of Main Street.
As we waited for the train, my brothers and I talked to people from town and from the state government. Mace had several of my teenage brothers handing out miniature train sets with the Harrogate logo and the Svensson PharmaTech logo on them.
“I have your speech notes ready,” Karen said, handing me several cards. “You’re speaking first then Meghan. She’s not even here yet, so it might just be you.”
“Thanks,” I said. “That sounds—”
“I’m here! I’m here!” Meg said behind me.
I turned. “That sounds—” It was as if my brain had short-circuited. Meg looked hot and fuckable. Her suit accentuated her curves, giving her that perfect hourglass figure. Her tits looked amazing with the wide belt pushing them up. I wanted to stick my cock in between her cleavage. My eyes traveled down. The skirt had a slit up the side, and her heels were taller than normal, making her ass perky. My brain beat me over the head with the image of the last time I had fucked her from behind.
Her tight, wet pussy, hot around my—
“Hunter, look out!”
Meg grabbed my arm, hauling me toward her. Wind ruffled the back of my hair as a two-hundred-twenty-ton train engine rolled past me, pulling to a stop a few yards away.
“What the fuck?” I cursed. “Did that train just come out of nowhere?”
“It’s battery powered,” my brother Tanner said happily. “State of the art. That’s why all the train clubs in the area traveled to see it. EvenTech Bizis reporting on it. It’s perfect for the Svensson PharmaTech deliveries because it doesn’t have to travel as far, just to the major harbor. Also, since it goes through town, the fact that it’s fairly quiet is great!”
“Yeah, that’s an accident waiting to happen,” I remarked.
“Can we add some bells on it or, like, a megaphone that plays a happy song?” Mace asked.
“You’re not turning my train into an ice cream truck!” my brother exclaimed, hugging the gleaming black engine.
We took pictures with the train for the newspaper. I tried to focus and not look like I had just been lobotomized. But Meg kept wandering into my peripheral vision.
“Can we take a picture with the soon-to-be mayor of Harrogate?” one man asked. He was wearing a polo with an embroidered train and model train club on the breast pocket.
I recognize him…
“Hi, Ken,” Meg said.
That’s right.She dated him.
“Meg!” He gave her a dopey grin, his eyes sliding from her face right down to her tits.
“The deputy mayor is busy,” I grumbled, shoving him over to my brothers. “Why don’t you take a picture with the designers of the train?”
“Are you free tonight, Meg?” Ken asked desperately.
“She is not,” I informed him.
He looked between the two of us.
“I might be free…” Meg began.
“Trust me,” I said to Ken, smiling, though it was more of a show of teeth. “She is busy.”
He gulped and nodded.
