Page 19 of Wynns of Change
“I talked to Robert. He’s coming here.”
David set his glass of juice on the counter, giving her his full attention. “Why?”
“He claims he wants to meet in person.”
“About what?”
“He didn’t say.” Harlow twined her fingers. “He has the petition. I want this to go smoothly, so I agreed.”
Tink.
Her cell phone chimed. She glanced at the screen and clicked on the link Robert had sent her. “He’ll be here around eleven tomorrow morning. My plan is to meet him in town.”
“If you’re concerned about seeing him, you can have him come here,” David offered.
“Thanks, but I think it’s best if we meet in neutral territory. After we’re done, he returns to the airport with any potentially loose ends wrapped up.” Harlow sent a brief reply, telling him she would meet him at the Pebble Beach Bar & Grill in downtown Mackinac Island. “We’re meeting at Pebble Beach at eleven thirty.”
“Would you like me to go with you?”
“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think Robert will try kidnapping me again.” Harlow patted his arm. “If I change my mind, I’ll let you know.”
She grabbed a container of yogurt from the fridge, along with a handful of strawberries, and stood at the counter eating while they chatted. “What’s on the agenda today?”
David finished his cereal and carried the empty bowl to the sink. “Brett Easton and I are meeting the building code officials to go over our request to have the fines either dismissed or reduced.”
“Finally.” Harlow waved her spoon in the air.
“I guess I forgot to mention it with everything that’s been going on.”
“I hope it goes your way.”
“Me too. Brett will be stopping by for a few minutes to go over our game plan.” David glanced at his watch. “He should be here any minute.”
“I can’t wait to meet him.” Harlow polished off her yogurt, ate a handful of granola for good measure, and called Mort to accompany her on her morning walk, something she sorely missed while she was on location.
The changing season meant cooler weather, so she grabbed a light jacket and headed out in search of Lottie, a family friend who was also Wynn Harbor Inn’s part-time gardener.
“…blooms in the fall,”
“Stop slouching and stand tall.”
Mort’s tail shot straight up in the air. Recognizing Lottie’s voice, he dashed past the meticulously manicured shrubs and tromped into the flower garden.
“Mort Wynn,” Lottie scolded. “I swear, you are naughtier than a rowdy raccoon.”
Harlow picked up the pace and caught up with the pup. He stood smack dab in the center of the flower garden, his nose stuck in a goldenrod.
“I’m sorry, Lottie.” She grabbed hold of his collar and gently led him off to the side. “Your goldenrods are in bloom.”
“And ready to feed the pollinators.” She playfully wagged her finger at the pup. “One of these days, Mr. Bee is going to teach you a painful lesson.”
Lottie slowly stood, brushing the dirt from her knees. “I was going to stop by yesterday after you got here but figured you would be tired.”
“It was a long day.” Harlow gave her a quick hug. “It’s good to be home.”
Lottie glanced over her shoulder and lowered her voice. “Your father missed you terribly.”
“I missed him too.” Harlow almost mentioned his recent health issues, but kept quiet. Not only was it none of her business, but she knew her father wouldn’t appreciate her spilling the beans. “Other than a quick trip to visit the properties and pack up, I should be around for a while.”
