Page 34 of Easton Island: A Wedding to Remember

Thinking a nice quiet evening was in order after a busy day, Morgan assembled a sandwich and settled in on the couch to watch some TV. She started to nod off when a local news story caught her attention.

Now wide awake, she grabbed the remote and turned the volume up. “…involving Harlow Wynn.” A clip of the woman hunched down in a wheelchair flashed across the screen. Her father, David Wynn, fought to make his way through a crowd.

Harlow stared directly at the camera. Morgan’s heart plummeted. There was only one word to sum up the look on her face…trapped.

After meeting David Wynn and finding out that he was Harlow Wynn’s father, she’d started following stories about the star’s recent automobile accident, some even hinting that the woman was mentally unstable.

She could almost feel Harlow’s anxiety. Being trapped in a wheelchair and surrounded by paparazzi who were closing in on her. “How awful.” Morgan clutched her gut. “What a terrible way to live.”

The mob jostled for position. All the while, Wynn and another man, a big burly guy who reminded Morgan of a bouncer, pushed their way through, struggling to get to their vehicle.

A police car arrived. Cops sprang into action and began dispersing the crowd. It was the break Harlow, her father and friend Eryn, needed. They quickly climbed inside. The car backed up and sped off.

She snatched her phone from the stand and texted Brett.Have you talked to David Wynn lately?

Brett promptly replied:We spoke today. In fact, I sent you an email about it earlier.

Morgan tapped on her phone’s email icon. She clicked on the message from her brother, skimming through it. Brett and Wynn had made some headway in getting Wynn Harbor Inn’s fines reduced.

Instead of texting back, she dialed her brother’s number.

“Hey, Morgan.”

She could tell by his tone he was on the move. “Where are you?”

“Leaving Quinn’s place. Did you read my email?”

“A few seconds ago. You’re making progress with the Mackinac Island project.”

“We’ve had a few developments. I need to bring you up to speed.”

“Awesome. I’m home. Why don’t you swing by?”

“On my way.” Brett arrived a short time later, and Morgan ushered her brother inside. “That was fast. Did you meet Can-dee?”

“I sure did. She’s smart as a whip.” Brett reached down to pat Chester’s head.

The pup nuzzled his palm.

“Chester smells Quinn’s dog. He did the same thing to me. We’re going to wait a couple of days for Can-dee to settle in and then take Chester over to meet her.” Morgan shifted her feet. “I saw a clip on the news about Harlow, David Wynn and Eryn, how they were leaving a Mackinaw City restaurant and a bunch of paparazzi were there waiting for them.”

“David briefly mentioned it. He said it’s been rough. The incident at the restaurant is only the tip of the iceberg.”

“How awful.”

Brett shrugged. “It’s the life she chose. I’m sure she’s used to it.”

“Used to it or not, it has to suck. On a brighter note, you have news about the Wynn Harbor Inn project?”

“There’s light at the end of the tunnel as far as negotiating to have the fines reduced and some even eliminated,” Brett said. “I’ll be flying over to meet with Wynn and possibly even the code enforcement officials. Would you like to tag along?”

“Is Harlow still recuperating at her father’s place?”

“She is,” her brother confirmed.

“I’m sure she has some thoughts about our joint partnership.”

“I asked Wynn. He said she was on the fence about it and even offered to throw in some money so he could keep control. It’s toolate. The agreement has been fully executed, not that he wants to back out. He’s still 100% on board.”

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