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“Adam and September got back from her tour the other night. Take Adam. He needs a short-term job. Alan will be useless to me if you take Elle, but he will be useless to you if you take him, so either take Andrew if he is over his jet lag or someone off the Crawford team. Mrs. Crawford cleared her schedule for the next few days, saying little Joy needed some quiet time after the vacation.”
A four-week trip with a one-year-old? Even with a nanny, everyone probably needed quiet time. “Thanks. I’ll give Adam and Andrew a call as soon as I know anything. Will you keep Alan from calling Elle every twenty minutes?”
“He isn’t that bad, is he?”
“No, but Elle is inside of the Harmon compound most of the day and he still worries.”
Jethro laughed. “How did I get four hardheaded sons?”
“Four?”
“Yes, I am including you. Go on now.”
“Bye, Dad. And I am not hardheaded.”
* * *
Mrs. Ogilvie’s car sat in front of the guest cottage. Alex checked his app. She’d been here well over an hour. How had he missed her visit? He wasn’t directly over Mrs. Ogilvie’s security, but it should have registered she was with Kimberly. Elle came around the side of the house.
“Hi, Mr. Alexander.”
“Perimeter walks?”
“Mrs. Ogilvie asked me to make myself scarce. They are both in the living room, and no one other than me has come near the house. Is something wrong?”
“Maybe. I will take over for now. I need you to get your go-bag ready. Make sure you have two suits, a dress suitable for a funeral, and some casual wear. We may go to California, and having you blend in may work better than having you look like a bodyguard.”
Elle beamed. “Alan is okay with this?”
“Jethro is. Also, call Adam and Andrew and ask them to pack their four-day bags and to have those and some shorts ready for California. If Andrew sounds like he has any jet lag, call someone from Ben’s team.”
“You trust me to choose?”
“You know every employee we have. I know you’ll make a good choice.”
“Will do.” Elle trotted to her car.
Alex made as much noise as possible entering the house. “Mrs. Ogilvie, I didn’t expect to see you here. How was your trip?”
“How long is it going to take before you call me Candace again?” Candace rolled her eyes.
“You are a client.”
“I know you call all your clients by their titles except for Mrs. Thompson—I mean Hastings.”
“Correct. I call Kimberly by her name because it seems like the best thing to call her.”
“You called me Candace for two years before you started the Mrs. Ogilvie stuff. Come on, Alex.”
Alex rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t need this right now. “Fine. Hello, Candace. How are you?”
“Just peachy. However, I need to run.” Candace hugged Kimberly and whispered something in her ear.
Kimberly turned an adorable shade of pink.
“I’ll see you two later.” Candace closed the front door behind her. Her car started, and she drove past the window.
“Doesn’t Candace have a bodyguard with her?” asked Kimberly.
