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he can misquote on Wednesday and retract in 2-point type on Friday. It's safe to say the
world can live without you."
He frowned. "Well, I'd love to go, but I'd never get a place to stay, and I don't think I'd
feel comfortable asking you to put me up."
Joey grinned and nodded. "Yeah, that's a nice try, but you have no idea how totally
busted you are, because when I told you long ago that my family has a B&B, I didn't
mean a breakfast burrito. That'll teach you not to pay attention while I'm talking."
He squinted at her resentfully. "Their place could be full."
"Could be." She threw the papers down on the desk. "Isn't, though." She snapped off
the light on the desk. "You're going, so you can go peacefully, or I can hit you in the
head with something heavy and you'll come to on the plane."
"I can't believe you would do this to a guy who could fire you," he pouted as she took his
coat from the rack and handed it to him. "Think of your high standard of living and how it
could be compromised if you fail to live up to my expectations."
She stared straight-faced. "You don't pay me enough for the work I do managing Laurie
alone. If you fired me, you'd have to talk to her about ten times as often as you do right
now, so I'm thinking my job is fairly secure. You're going home, you're packing, and
tomorrow morning, I'm coming in a taxi to pick you up and get you the hell out of here."
As she dragged him toward the door, he grabbed for a file folder on the desk. "Oh, I
don't think so," she muttered, swatting his arm and pulling him out of the office.
***
Pacey sat on the porch swing with his eyes closed, listening to the crickets. Despite all
the hassles of living with his sister, having a place to go where the rest of his family
couldn't find him was well worth it. Tomorrow would be wall-to-wall insanity, the way
parties like this always were, but tonight it was him and the porch light and the crickets.
And now, he noticed walking up to the house, Jack.
"Hey," he called down as Jack came up the steps. "Pull up a piece of swing, man. It's a
great night."
"Thanks." Jack sat down next to Pacey and ran his hands over his hair. "What a day."
"All your relatives coming into town?"
"Most of them." Jack laughed. "My grandmother is having a crisis because she can't
decide what she wants to sing at the party."
"What are the options?"
"Ahhh," Jack groaned, "At this point, she's going back and forth between 'Unchain My
Heart' and 'Some Enchanted Evening.' I suspect that in reality, it's wide open."