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didn’t look up. “And isn’t it amazing how one of us manages to do both social media and in-person job responsibilities at the same time?”
    Frank let out a treacherous chuckle as Ash tried to a peek at Grace’s screen. She angled it away and out of sight.
    “If you’re throwing me under the bus right now, I have a right to know,” he said.
    Grace nodded, typing something on her phone. “Ashton, I am totally throwing you under the bus right now.”
    He reached for her phone. “Let me see.”
    She gave her phone one last decisive tap then turned the screen black again. “Sorry, buddy. You’re going to have to get on Instagram to see it.”
    Ash looked around the room for help and saw everyone was smiling—well, everyone but the intern. That guy just looked like he’d checked out of the meeting as soon as it began.
    “Oh, c’mon. I have a right to know if I need to respond immediately,” he pled, but not even Emily looked sympathetic to his plight.
    “No, I think this is fair,” Jan said. “I have no idea what she just posted, but my feminine intuition tells me that you should get an account sooner rather than later.”
    Emily’s curiosity was clearly piqued because she picked up her phone and began to do some swiping of her own.
    “But I don’t even have a smart phone.”
    “You have the company phone you never use,” Frank reminded him.
    Oh. Yeah. That. It was somewhere in his desk. It had to be, since that’s where he had stowed it the day Frank had given it to him. Crap. He did have a phone, although it probably needed to be charged at this point.
    Frank cleared his throat. “As mentioned, this meeting has to be short because both Ashton and Grace have TV assignments they need to get to, but I feel good about our direction. I’ll approve the budget and we’ll get those billboards up.”
    Across from him, Emily’s eyebrows shot up before she showed her phone screen to Jan. They both sent looks Grace’s way and Ash saw the distinct look of feminine approval in their gaze. In their eyes, Grace had just scored a solid point for womankind.
    “Ashton?” Jan said. “I’d get on Instagram pretty quick. Your cohost is playing hardball with you.”
     
     

Ash let himself into his sister’s house and nearly walked into a shipping box. It was nearly as tall as he was and leaning against the inside door frame like an oversized wizard’s staff. Apparently his sister had made yet another online purchase.
    Ash checked the tag and saw that the package had been shipped from Portland, so he guessed that whatever was about to join his sister’s unique approach to home decor, it was overpriced and hipster-made. He glanced around the living room, wondering where in the world his sister would fit something so large. The walls were already filled with a collection of feminist memorabilia Fawn Miller had found interesting at one point, mounted on the wall, and since forgotten about.
    It was a miracle his niece was even marginally normal after growing up in a home where half the decoration consisted of feminist interpretations of the female reproductive system.
    Needless to say, Ash’s niece had never been a big fan of inviting friends over.
    “Megan?” he called out, glancing at his watch before moving the tall box farther from the door. He had forty-five minutes until volleyball practice. He wasn’t sure how long it took to get dialed into Instagram, but hopefully he had enough time to get something done.
    “Over here,” his niece replied from the dining room.
    Ash hated how alone Megan’s voice sounded in the empty house. His sister was off teaching a night class at the university, and while Ash knew his niece was a self-sufficient teenager, the house just felt too lonely.
    Up until last year Ash’s parents had been around to fill the gap and watch over Megan, but they’d finally embraced retirement and moved to San Diego. Now it was just Ash and Fawn taking care of Megan right as his niece was