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“It is fun,” Janine said. “But I remind myself it’s not my money but my boss’s. I can’t spend it all or I’ve got no job.”
“Not happening,” Trent said.
She watched the two of them sitting on the floor while they were looking at their laptops.
“Take a break,” Diane said. “All work and no play.”
“I’ve been hearing that most of my life,” Trent said. “I’m used to it now.”
She was going to have to work harder on this one. Bring in some recruits, but for now she had to get this started.
“And you’re going to keep hearing it,” she said. “More so since your siblings are all settled down.”
She watched Trent look at Janine and then grinned. Yeah, he was on to her. No biggie. It wouldn’t stop their work. Just make them sneakier.
“I hear that from my mother too. She knows better. She wants to see her kids succeed and now this is my baby.”
Diane laughed. “Babies take a lot of time and care, but remember, they need to learn to thrive on their own too.”
He laughed at her.
Oh well. It was worth a try.
She left and went back to the office a few miles away where her husband was sitting at his desk.
“Did you get anywhere?” Grant asked.
“Nope,” she said. “Roni is clueless and appreciative of the cookies and I mentioned Eli and her being a good mother. Trent, he knows what is going on.”
“Not surprising,” Grant said. “He’s a smart one.”
“Not smart enough for us,” she said. “This is going to take the four of us, not just you and Garrett. Just remember that and keep us in the loop.”
“Will do,” Grant said.
She got up to leave and would start to strategize with her sister-in-law. It was going to be a lot of work, but she was up for the challenge.
3
Trying To Do
“I’m so happy to have all my children here for the day,” Jami Davenport said when Trent walked onto the back deck. “Even if my middle son is late as always.”
“I’m not late,” he said. “I’m right on time.”
“That is late to Mom,” Raina said.
He’d come up the back walkway to the deck where he’d known everyone would be.
“Tell me about it,” he said.
Trent wasn’t the punctual one of the group. Not late. Never that. Not unless he was held up in court and in that case it wasn’t his fault. Or that was the reasoning he gave.
Never excuses. Reasoning. That was more like a lawyer. Or lawyer speak, as Jonah always told him.
“Are you settled into the office now?” John Davenport asked. His father was a big man, but no one was as big as Jonah.
He knew he took after his father in height and build at six foot two.
