She huffed before shutting the door behind him. Let Em and her brother deal with their mayoral drama. Why should she care?
She went back to searching for the staple gun, irritated that on a need-to-know basis she was the last to know.
Well. She had important things to do, too. Like decorate for her favorite holiday. Her brothers used to help her string the lights in her bedroom when they lived at home, but now they were too busy to help. Her apartment remained sadly unadorned. With Chase in Montana, Zach in Chicago and her father in the middle of the ocean, she’d been left no choice but to fend for herself.
“You could’ve asked Emmett,” she said with a sarcastic chuckle as she checked another drawer in the tool chest. And wouldn’t he love that? Coming to the aid of the lesser Ferguson... He was as full of Christmas cheer as the Mojave Desert was water.
She could hang her own damn Christmas lights.
She shut the last of the drawers, propping her fists on her hips in frustration before tipping her head and spotting the staple gun hanging on a hook on the black pegboard between two cabinets. “Gotcha.”
The small victory’s glory faded as she walked for the front door. Neither Chase nor Emmett trusted her and she didn’t like that. What if she could help?
Behind the wheel of her white sports car, she punched a button to close the gate behind her and pointed in the direction of Chase’s office. She’d served a summer internship there a few years ago, and guess who had entrusted her with the key?
Another key she’d never given up.
Whether it was curiosity or hurt feelings driving her actions, she didn’t know. It didn’t matter. She was a doer. She wasn’t going to stay in the dark no matter what Emmett said. Chase was her brother, after all.