Page 15 of Unravel Me

Blaire has a hand on her hip and her other is whipping around animatedly as she snaps at my brother. While I know I shouldn’tcondone this kind of behavior in the workplace, it’s a family business, and I know my brother is more than difficult to work with. I’d bet my savings he deserves everything she throws his way.

“You’re being ridiculously unreasonable and making doing my job impossible, Dallas.”

“Need I remind you that you work for me? You can’t make changes like this. You can request them. And then I can veto them. Then you deal with it and move on. It’s not happening. Figure something else out, princess.”

“Withyou. Your brother was pretty clear and concise about that. We’re supposed to be workingtogetherand you’re being stubborn. Why are you so against this?”

“It’s unnecessary.You’reunnecessary. This is a sham and a waste of time. What even is an event planner? Do you honestly think that’s a job?”

“Coordinator. There’s a difference, but I don’t expect a thick-headed, pompous overlord like yourself to know that. And it got me hired here,Dallas, so whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”

Well damn. She’s fierce and can definitely hold her own against him. Good. She’s going to need thick skin if she’s going to survive working with my dickhead brother. Having enough eavesdropping, I walk up to them.

“Hey, Dallas. Blaire. Problem here? Maybe I can help.”

Blaire shifts to face me and does her best to mask her irritation. My brother on the other hand, sees me and gets more worked up. That old saying, “pick your battles,” yeah, Dallas picks every single one.

“There’s no problem here. I’ve got it handled. We just happen to have a difficult employee who is insistent on making changes without my consent,” Dallas says, not holding back.

“Ahh. I can see how that would frustrate a control freak like yourself,” I retort, and he shoots daggers at me with his eyes. Blaire covers a chuckle behind a fake cough. “Blaire, what seems to be the issue?”

“We need a place to begin and end tours. We also need a place for tasting menus and for people to gather and order flights. I suggested we put a bar in. Here,” she says as she motions to the wall in front of us. I can see her point and the potential of the area she chose. “The wall already holds shelves and the space in front of it is empty and close to the large bay doors and that gorgeous wraparound porch, which gives plenty of room for extra seating.”

It makes sense and I see the value in it. It’s a good suggestion. I don’t understand why Dallas wouldn’t go for it. Other than the simple fact that he likes to make things as difficult as possible.

“You have the proposal?” I ask her.

“Of course. I sent it to Dallas over the weekend. He ‘vetoed’ it.” She makes air quotes with her fingers while looking directly at him.

Of course he did.

“Send it to me and I’ll look it over this afternoon. I like the idea and think it could work. Good work, Blaire.”

“Thank you, Sawyer. I’m happy to see one of you is logical.”

“You aren’t serious right now?” my brother says to me, turning away from Blaire.

My phone chimes in my hand with an incoming text.

Liam: Rickhouse B

“We need to meet with Liam and Carter before lunch. Walk with me, Dallas.” I nod at my brother.

Dallas and I walk in silence until we get outside and round the corner to head to the other side of our property that hosts our rickhouses.

“She’s the fucking devil, Sawyer. What were you thinking hiring her?”

“She’s overqualified, dickhead.”

“Wrong.”

“Thought she’d be a good fit for the team.”

“Fucking wrong again.”

“She’s sweet.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely wrong.”

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