CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The next afternoon, Kevin came down Grant’s stairwell after a shower and change of clothes. Grant invited him to spend the day at his place, and Kevin hoped he’d be able to escape the media but didn’t look like that would happen.
Grant spoke on his cell in the living room when Kevin entered.
“I mean it,” Grant said into the phone. “Handle it now. I’m tired of this nonsense.” He hung up.
“Who was that?” Kevin sat on the leather couch, snuggling a pillow.
“I’ve been calling every local TV station and threatening them to get these people off my lawn.”
Kevin rubbed his damp hair. “Doesn’t seem like it’s working.”
“I used the circus to my advantage.” Grant smiled. “Since they wanted a statement, I spoke about the Takahashi merger. Why not get Copeland Enterprises some at
