From Whisper to the Blood, the sixteenth Kate Shugak novel:
“What’s going on?” Jim said. “You’re never in bed during the day.”
“None of your business. Leave me alone.” She pulled the cover back over her head.
The weight of him on the bed didn’t move. Neither did Mutt’s. “Oh. Has this got something to do with the board meeting this morning?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I take it it didn’t go well.”
“I don’t want to talk about it!”
“Okay.” The bed heaved and she heard footsteps go downstairs. The bed heaved again as Mutt jumped down and followed, the ticky-tack of her claws sounding on the floor.
“Traitor,” Kate said, her voice muffled by the comforter. Given Jim’s come-hither presence downstairs, and given Kate’s present mood, it was doubtful that Mutt would have returned even if she had heard Kate call her names.
Kate was, in fact, sulking. Nobody loved her. Everyone thought she was stupid. In fact, she was stupid, didn’t even know what a quorum was. She’d looked it up in Webster’s when she came home and it was the minimum number of members of the group meeting required to take a vote. She’d had the vague idea that it had had something to do with books, and how they were put together, but no. Thank christ she hadn’t said that during the meeting.
The smell of frying bacon crept beneath the covers, a sinuous and seductive smell.
Although she’d said plenty else that Harvey Meganack would be happy to repeat over the bar at Bernie’s for months to come. If not years. She still couldn’t believe they got paid for sitting on the board. And what the hell was a point of order, anyway?
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