She shifted closer to Ean and lowered her voice to a whisper. “There are even more people here tonight than usual. It’s surprising this close to Thanksgiving.” The room teemed with town center business owners and their families, and neighbors who hadn’t attended a council meeting in at least four years. Ean whispered back. “Makes you wonder if they’re here for the issues, or because they expect you and Ramona to give them a show.” Megan’s stomach muscles knotted. “Thanks a lot.” “Just wondering.” Town council president CeCe Roben banged her gavel for attention. Her pale blue eyes watched Megan as she addressed the audience. “Are there any questions or statements from the public?” A murmur rippled through the audience. Megan returned the other woman’s gaze without shrinking. Ean was probably right. Her neighbors were expecting a show. She wasn’t looking to accommodate them, but she couldn’t speak for Ramona. Megan strode to the podium. Her knees were solid.
