At least she still had her dignity. If she had attended the meeting last night there was little chance she’d be able to say that. She knew she wouldn’t have been able to hold her tongue when all of those politicians started waggling theirs, preaching about fairness and honesty, accusing her of deliberately trying to cheat the system. Especially when most of them were probably involved in much worse, not to mention the fact that they were most likely snugly aligned in Spencer’s pocket.
No, sometimes it was better to just stand up and take what was coming to you, with as much self-respect and dignity as you could muster. She knew she hadn’t done anything illegal. She knew she was an honest person. Just as she knew, deep in her heart, that legally distancing herself from Michael and Lexi was the best thing she could do for them, no matter how much it hurt.
The knock on the door didn’t surprise her; what was surprising was that it had taken this long. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Maybe it was the sheriff, serving her papers. Maybe it was Spencer coming to gloat. Or maybe it was a friend who had come to offer support. In any case, she wanted just a few more minutes of peace and solitude to brace herself for what lay ahead.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Ian asked from behind her, startling her so much that she cleared her seat by several inches. He strode across the kitchen and took everything in. “Christ, Maggie. Forget farming. You should open a bakery, you know that?” Every available surface was filled with pastries, cookies, pies, and breads. That’s what happened when Maggie was stressed out and unable to sleep a wink.
“You really need to stop breaking into my house.” With a pang of sorrow she realized she probably wouldn’t be able to say that much longer.
After agonizing over the available choices for a few minutes, Ian finally decided on a bear claw. His eyes rolled back in his head as he took a big bite.
The heavy knock sounded again. “She’s not going to answer it,” he called out cheerfully. “You might as well just come in the front. I left it open.”
Maggie looked at him in disbelief. He smiled unapologetically. Before she knew it, Sean was striding into the kitchen, followed by his twin. “You could have just opened the door, asshole,” Sean griped at Ian.
Ian grinned, unrepentant. “Not my house.”
Taryn and Jake came in next with Riley in tow. Taryn went right over to Maggie and gave her a big hug. Riley put her pudgy little hands on Maggie’s cheeks and gave her a wet, slobbery kiss.
Lexi followed with Jack holding Patrick. Aidan and Kieran brought up the rear. Soon her kitchen was filled, looking remarkably smaller than it had only a few minutes earlier.
Maggie tried hard to summon a smile. “Did you come to help me pack?”
“Why? Are we going somewhere?” Michael’s deep voice resounded through the kitchen. He strode over and kissed Maggie as if nothing was wrong.
“Last I heard, I was,” she said, looking in puzzlement at the crowd in her kitchen, most of which was made up of large men eating. It certainly didn’t look anything like the pity party she was expecting. As a matter of fact, they all seemed strangely... happy.
“Change in plans, love,” Michael said. “The County Board has had a change of heart.”
Maggie stared around in disbelief at the smiling faces. “What did you do?”
“We did nothing,” Ian said, his mouth filled with pastry. “But apparently you have done a lot. At least a hundred people spoke on your behalf last night, Mags.” He laughed. “The meeting went till well after midnight.”
“I don’t understand,” Maggie said, shaking her head. “I don’t even know a hundred people.”
“Ah, but they know you,” Michael said, guiding her gently to a chair.
“It’s true,” Jack explained. “All the field trips, food donations, and natural remedies you’ve been giving people all these years – they were all qualified, legitimate agricultural uses, regardless of whether you charged for them or not.”
Maggie blinked, and looked over toward Shane, knowing instinctively he had been the one to find a way out of this. He looked almost embarrassed. “I get to keep my land? My house?”
“All of it,” Shane confirmed.
Tears formed in her eyes.
“Ah, don’t cry, Mags,” Ian said, even as Michael kneeled beside her chair and pulled her against him. “It’s okay, love,” Michael said soothingly. “I’ve got you.”
It took a few minutes, but Maggie was finally able to pull herself away and wipe at her eyes. No matter what they said, she knew they were responsible for this. For all of it. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Well I do,” said Jake, his eyes twinkling, his deep, booming voice resonating throughout the kitchen. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, you couldn’t help but pay attention. “The first thing you can do is tell our sorry-assed brother that the wedding is back on. We’re tired of him moping around the Pub. It’s bad for business.”
Maggie framed Michael’s face with both of her hands and looked into his eyes. “I can do that,” she said softly.