“Over my dead body.” The all but shouted pronouncement was punctuated by Cam slamming the front door.
The entire Campbell clan went silent, waiting to find out what was going on. He stalked into the room, hands balled to fists, face set. Norah could see the worry beneath the simmering temper and struggled not to cross over to try and soothe.
“Campbell Alexander Crawford, you go right back out that door and prove you know how to enter it in a civilized manner,” Grammy snapped.
A muscle ticked in his jaw, but Cam did an about face and followed his grandmother’s order.
Aunt Liz rose. “What on earth?”
“I take it the City Council meeting didn’t go well?” Miranda asked dryly.
“That depends on who you ask.” Sandra sank into a chair.
The front door opened and shut again, softer this time.
