Cover Reveal: Handle with Care by Helena Hunting
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I’m startled
out of my thoughts when my brother jumps up and shouts a bunch of profane nonsense, hands flailing like he’s trying to swim on
land, or approximate the chicken dance while on an LSD trip.
“You can’t
do this! It’s absolute bullshit!” Armstrong yells.
I look
around the table, trying to piece together what I missed.
“I’m sorry,
Armstrong. I know this is a shock, but we feel it’s in the company’s best
interest to put Lincoln at the helm during this transitional stage,” G-mom says
firmly.
At the helm? I look to G-mom who’s busy not looking at me.
Armstrong
jabs at finger at himself. “But I’m the one who’s put in all the time here! I
deserve to run the company! Lincoln doesn’t know the first thing about
Moorehead. All he knows how to do is dig wells and forage for food in the
wilderness. How are those valuable assets here?” He turns his attention to our
mother. “Did you know about this? How can you let this happen? Look at him. How
can that be the face of our company?
He looks like he crawled out of a gutter and mugged a twenty-year-old college
kid on a bender. How is this better for our bottom line?”
My mother
clasps her hands in front of her. “I’m sorry, Armstrong, but this decision
wasn’t mine to make. I know this is hard for you, but your grandmother and fath—”
Armstrong
stomps his foot, exactly as a toddler would. “The company is mine! Lincoln
can’t have it!”
I raise a
hand, half to quiet my brother and also to find out what the freaking deal is.
“Whoa, let’s back this bus up. Can
someone explain what’s going on?”
“You’ve been
appointed as the CEO of Moorehead Media, according to the will,” Christophe—no
R, because that would make it far too pedestrian a name—my father’s lawyer
says.
I’m working
on trying to remain calm as I address my grandmother. “You didn’t say anything
about me being CEO. You said you needed my help.”
“Running the
company, yes,” she says through a practiced, stiff smile.
It’s her
warning face, but seriously, when she said she needed my help for a few months
I figured it meant I’d be keeping Armstrong in line while she sorted out who
was going to take over the company, which I realize now was a stupid assumption.
“I didn’t
think that meant CEO. How am I going to run a company with this dickhead on
staff?” I motion to my brother.
“The name
calling is unnecessary,” G-mom replies.
“Lincoln’s
not even part of this family! He hasn’t attended one event in the past five
years except for Dad’s funeral. He didn’t bother coming to my wedding and now
he’s going to run the company? How is that fair?”
I snort. “Your
wedding was an expensive joke.”
He crosses
his arms over his chest. “I was set up. Amalie had cold feet and made me out to
look like the bad guy.”
The woman
beside him shoots him disgusted look.
Armstrong
clears his throat and tugs at his collar. “My wedding is not the real issue.
The point is that you’ve never involved yourself in any part of this family and
now you think you can come in and take over. I will not stand by and let this
happen!” He keeps jabbing his finger at me, as if he’s engaged in a finger
sword fight.
I lean back
in my chair and lace my fingers behind my neck. Armstrong has always been
reactive. And self-absorbed. For a while it seemed like he finally had it
together—back when he was engaged. But ever since that fiasco of a wedding he
seems to have come completely unglued. Again. But worse this time. “Someone
needs a timeout.”
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Helena
Hunting
New York Times and USA
Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the
outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately
intolerant cats. She's writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst
to romantic sports comedy.
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