Four
Heather turned her chair backwards and straddled it with her arms folded across its back, drumming her fingers on her forearm. Her mother regarded her with narrowed eyes and lips pressed into a thin line but said nothing about her daughter’s casual posture. It was petty of her, but Heather was still mad at her family, and she wasn’t about to sit down to a ridiculously formal family meeting without making sure they knew she was here on her terms. She’d been sorely tempted to ditch the planning session—she already knew what she needed to do to make sure the ranch ran smoothly while the rest of the family was away for a week for Curtis’s last match—but Christina had begged her to come.
She glanced from one member of her family to the next. All the adults were present and accounted for—
