Chapter 31

Her mentioning Clyde’s name didn’t exactly instill Matt with fear. “When is this thing?” he grumbled. Glancing over the e-mail, he moaned. “Tuesday! Roxie—”

She interrupted him. “It’s the dead of winter, Matt. You’ve had three people in that pool today, three.I know because they have to go through me to get back there. And with the storm they’re predicting, I seriously doubt you’re going to have a sudden influx of swimmers next week.”

“I don’t know,” Matt warned. “I can find some if I have to.”

“Call in one of your pool girls,” Roxie said. That was her term for the college students Matt hired as lifeguards, and the derogatory tone of her voice indicated exactly what she thought of them. “Hell, ask Vic to come in and sit by the pool for you that day. He’ll scare off anyone who might want to take a dip so you don’t have to worry about him not being a licensed lifeguard.”

Matt sighed. He already suspected he wasn’t getting out of this easily. “He has to work.”