The Wright Mistake(49)

“Why would anyone want to run a marathon in this Texas heat?”

Sutton shrugged. “He’s obsessed. This is his third this year. He’s constantly training. He runs, like, a hundred miles a week. Ten to fifteen every morning before he goes to work.”

My eyes rounded as large as plates. “Um…that sounds horrible.”

“Doesn’t it?” she said with a laugh. “But I like him sexy and sweaty. Jason usually naps when Mav gets back before work. Very convenient.”

I laughed. “Oh, I bet.”

“How long does it take for Heidi to get waters?” Sutton grumbled. “It’s so effing hot out here.” She fanned herself with her hand and sighed. With warmth, her eyes drifted down to her sleeping son. “At least he’s happy.”

“Where’s everyone else anyway?” I asked. “I didn’t think that I would be the first one here or else I would have slept in.”

“As if Heidi would have let you sleep in.”

“Truth.”

“All the guys and Mor are bringing in the first interview candidate.”

“For the CFO position?”

Sutton nodded. “Some guy from California.”

“Why the hell would he come here for the Fourth of July?”

“No idea. I’m only half in the know since I’m not working for the company.” She flipped her head over and pulled her ombré’d brown-and-blonde hair up into a ponytail. “Not that I want to work for the company.”

“Well, you have Jason.”

“Even if I didn’t,” she said swiftly.

“I didn’t want to work with my family either,” I said softly. Not that it was even remotely relatable to what her family did.

“It’s just…they all expect it, you know?” Sutton said with a sigh. “It’s not enough that Mav works there. Mor looks down on me because I want to stay home. There’s nothing wrong with loving babies and wanting to raise a family!”

“I think you should do whatever makes you happy. It’s your life.”

Sutton grinned wickedly. “Oh, I do.”

“Here you go, bitches,” Heidi said, tossing each of us a water bottle.

I glanced around at all the children in the vicinity. “Language?”

“Eh, they’ll hear it one day.” She shrugged. “So, I heard from Landon, and he should be here soon. They just found a parking spot. And Emery is coming with her sister’s family.”

“Oh, Jason will be so happy that Lilyanne and Bethany are here!” Sutton said, referring to Emery’s sister, Kimber’s, kids.

I downed my water bottle while we waited for everyone to show up. It was supposed to get up to an unspeakable one hundred twelve degrees today. I was already melting, and it was only going to get worse.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about the interviews for the CFO position. Austin had been doing so well. It was one thing to know that interviews were going to go on. To know that he wasn’t going to get the job. It was another thing entirely to see the interviews happening and have the person in his space. I really didn’t want anything like that to make him relapse.

Emery and Kimber along with her husband, Noah, and their two kids showed up first, waking Jason up from his nap in the process. He didn’t seem to mind after he saw Bethany. She was only six months older than him, and they got along great. Lilyanne was the oldest, bossing them around like oldest siblings did.

The first marching band was coming down Buddy Holly Avenue when the rest of the Wrights showed up. Jensen was in the lead with a guy to his right, who was somehow even taller than Jensen. Didn’t see many guys like that. Morgan was dwarfed on the other side of the new guy. Landon, Austin, and Patrick followed in their wake.

It was like the Cullens entering the high school cafeteria. People stopped and stared at the gorgeous, untouchable Texas royalty. They seemed oblivious to the attention. Of course, they probably were used to it.

“Hey, everyone,” Jensen said when he reached the spot Sutton had been saving for all of us for over an hour. “I’d like to introduce David Calloway. He’s here all weekend, interviewing with the company. You’ve already met Emery, but this is her family. This is my little sister, Sutton, with her son, Jason, and Austin’s girlfriend, Julia.”

David held his hand out and shook with everyone. “Pleasure to meet you all. Thank you for letting me crash your family holiday.”

“That’s all right,” Sutton said. “The more, the merrier.”

We all said our own welcome, and then the formalities dissipated since we were overtaken by the marching band.