The Love at First Sight Box Set by Smartypants Romance & Karla Sorensen

Author:Smartypants Romance & Karla Sorensen [Romance, Smartypants]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Smartypants Romance
Published: 2020-10-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 30

Tucker

“I won't stand for it, Tucker. I'll sue his ass from here to Timbuktu if he doesn't move that tree off my property. It's blocking the milkweed from getting enough afternoon sun and if my monarchs don't show up then he's got a whole other problem."

I held the phone away from my ear when his volume hit decibels not fit for human ears. "I understand your frustration. Why don't you let me deal with the zoning commission, all right? No point in taking this into court if we can avoid it."

Through the speaker, I could hear the deep, tortured sigh that only a man upset about his butterfly garden could achieve. "I ain't afraid to sue him. And he should know it."

"No one thinks you're afraid, Cornelius." I leaned back and stared up at the ceiling of my office, followed the lines of the map that my mom spread over the entire thing. Straight above my chair was Russia, massive lines of sepia and cream that I'd memorized over the last three years of working with my father at the law firm that bore our last name. Haywood and Haywood. The largest law firm in Green Valley, with two full time lawyers and one legal assistant. "Besides, I don't want to have to send you a giant bill if this gets dragged out. I'd rather you use your hard-earned money to make your garden bigger. Remember those trees you told me about?"

He grunted. "Spicebush. I could get more swallowtails if I had a couple more spicebush trees."

"Exactly."

Cornelius was nothing if not predictable. "Biggest butterfly garden owned by a private individual in all of East Tennessee. D'you know that?"

"We're all really proud of it, Cornelius. It's a beaut," I agreed easily. "I think we can take care of this easily, you just let me handle the leg work, all right? If the zoning commission has the original paperwork, we won't even need mediation to get him to move the tree."

"All right," he agreed. "Thanks, Tucker. Let me know what you find."

I dropped my head and rolled my neck. The starched edge of my collar dug into my neck, and I wanted to rip it off. "Will do."

He hung up, and I sighed as I set the phone back onto the cradle. Irritably, I unbuttoned the top button on my white shirt and loosened the tie around my neck. If my dad had a problem with it, he could fire me.

I laughed. That would be too easy.

The office in which I sat, the same one I'd sat at every week since I held my diploma from Vanderbilt, had my father's stamp all over it. The whole place did. Haywood and Haywood had been in our family for three generations, first opened by my great-grandfather when he moved to Green Valley.

Every single week, I spent at least fifty hours in that building, and every week, it was like another rock got added to a bag strapped across my back. One isn't bad. You hardly notice it.

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