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build our brand. But being the number-one supplier of guacamole to restaurants across North America will make us the leader in premade dip. I’m ready to get our research team on it and then start making calls and doing some deals. Our revenue will skyrocket.” He saved his best line for last while pointing to their late father’s portrait, “It’s what Dad would have wanted.”
    Gavin nodded his agreement. “Dad would have loved to see Guac Olé dip in restaurants, that’s for sure. What do you need from us?”
    “Just your vote of confidence.” Grayson couldn’t help but grin as he took his seat. Maybe having his brothers as shareholders wasn’t a bad thing if he could sell them on his ideas so easily. “So, do I have your blessing to move forward? I’ll set up meetings with leadership personnel of Mexican chain restaurants this fall. If we get any early bites, it’s possible we can be incorporated into menus just in time for next year’s Super Bo—”
    “Not so fast,” Gage interjected. “Shouldn’t Becca be included in this conversation?”
    Grayson waved his hand, dismissing his brother. “Her voting rights don’t start for another thirty days, so right now it’s up to you two.”
    “Yeah, but we should wait until she can vote. It’s what Dad would have wanted,” Gavin said smugly while taking the salted caramel donut back out of the box, setting it on a napkin, and pushing it toward him.
    Was Becca supposed to be the donut in this scenario? Grayson grabbed it, taking a big bite. “Becca’s not a businesswoman. Let’s just keep her in the plant and let her collect her new triple-digit salary none the wiser.”
    Gavin grabbed a napkin, wiping his hands. “I vote no.”
    “What?” Grayson jerked his head toward his brother.
    “Me, too,” Gage piped in. “It’s a definite no.”
    “What the hell?” Grayson jumped out his chair, his voice rising. “You can’t do that.”
    Gavin checked his watch and stood, calling Merle over to latch on his leash. “Actually, brother, we can. Why don’t you put a meeting together thirty days from now with all
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shareholders, and we'll discuss your ideas. Oh, and next time, how about we schedule it for after nine a.m.?”
    “After ten a.m.,” Gage interjected while picking up his black kitten, Oil Slick, who had jumped onto his desk. “I know you don’t want to hear it, Gray, but Becca really should be part of any product expansion conversations. Since she literally has her hands in the dip, maybe she has ideas you haven’t thought of to sell it.” He chuckled and held the black kitten up to the screen. “And who knows? In thirty days, Becca could be your girlfriend and you could get a cat.”
    Grayson pointed the remote control at Gage. “You’re done.” The screen went blank.
    “You know, he could be right.” Gavin slapped his back. “And would that necessarily be a bad thing?”
    “He’s not right. Neither of you are. Becca does not have the professional background to make these decisions, and you both know it.”
    “I wasn’t talking about her business acumen.”
    “For the last time, I am not getting together with her.” Grayson shook his head. “Besides, I’m holding out for one of Macy’s hot backup singers,” he joked bitterly.
    “Forget it. I’ve already warned all of them to stay away from your sweet Texas charm.” Gavin reached for a donut for the road. “You know what Dad would do in this situation?”
    “Dad’s the one who put me in this situation!”
    “Maybe, but what he’d do is meet his enemy on neutral ground. Suggest grabbing coffee or something.” He snickered. “But whatever you do, keep the guacamole away from her.”
    “You heard about last night?”
    “I might have heard something at Betty Lou’s.” Gavin grew serious. “From what I’ve heard around town, Becca is as shaken by receiving the shares as you are. Eventually, you’re going to have to talk this out. Why not be the first to