traffic?â
âA few late shoppers.â
Laney looked around the room at the group assembled. Her stomach tightened as she took in the sight of all her brothers seated in her fatherâs formal dining room.
Thomas, Laneyâs youngest brother, sat at the head of the table, tapping the keys of a laptop. As always, his light brown hair lay in perfect alignment on his well-shaped head. His designer suit hugged the physique of a former high school soccer captain.
âIâve called this emergency meeting because Dad has dropped another five points in the polls,â Thomas said. He extended a chrome-colored stylus to the computer-generated graph. âAs you can read, weâve been losing points ever since Ty Steele entered the race.â He tapped the wall. âWe need to change Dadâs image.â
The slide changed to an image of Ty Steele. Laney shifted uneasily. Even one dimensional, Tyâs presence made her stomach tighten. She supposed this was fair, because he never looked too comfortable around her, either.
Thomas began reciting. âHero at age nine when he saved his younger brother from drowning. High school valedictorian. Top ten of his class at Emory University. Law degree from the same school. Fifteen years of distinguished police work.â
Her dad waved his hand impatiently. âThis is old news, Tommy. Get to the point.â Against doctorâs orders, he scooped up a pile of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth.
âHeâs young and has a good heart,â Thomas said bluntly. âTwo things you donât have.â
His father crunched a chip loudly. âI have wisdom and experience.â
âThat and thirty cents will get you an operator on a pay phone,â Thomas said mildly.
The older man slammed his glass on the table. âWhen I hired your public relations firm, the last thing I expected was insults.â He glared at his son. âI want results.â
Richard, the oldest brother, stroked his hickory-colored goatee thoughtfully. âWhat about that wedding? There must have been something wrong with him for his fiancée to leave him standing at the altar.â
âI looked into that,â Thomas said. âWhile he was at the church, his fiancée was at his house loading up the wedding presents. She pretty much cleaned out the house.â
âSo why canât people see heâs an idiot?â Richard asked. âTo let someone take advantage of him like that.â
Thomas shrugged. âAll the world loves a fool for love, especially someone who looks like Steele. If anything itâs made him more popular.â
Thomas narrowed his eyes at his father. âIf you want to win this election, we have to showcase your strengths.â A smile lifted the corners of Thomasâs well-molded lips. âLuckily I have a plan.â All eyes turned toward their youngest brother, who drew out the moment with a long pause.
âThink about it. Steeleâs a single man, no local family ties. Heâs a loner.â Thomas smiled at his father. âYouâre a widower, and youâve raised five children.â
âThatâs yesterdayâs news,â his father stated flatly.
âAnd tomorrowâs ace in the hole,â Thomas said unruffled. âIn one week youâre going to make a speech at the dedication of the new municipal building. All the community leaders are going to be there.â
âAnybody in Destiny who gets a paycheck from the state of Texas will be there,â Rock said.
âRight,â Thomas agreed. âThatâs why you need to stand out. People need to be clear that youâre a family man.â He pointed his stylus triumphantly. âThe person to convey that is Laney.â
Shocked silence followed. Thomasâs smile widened. âLaney is going to be our secret weapon.â
A cry went up from around the table.
âYou mean our Laney is going
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