Kimber and Brick shared a glance. He shrugged at her. He was the one who called the meeting and assumed that was effort enough.

“I have it on my list to call Mira Rathbun and Mayor Early to talk to them about rounding up some volunteers,” Kimber said grudgingly. “And that’s as far as I got.”

Remi nodded enthusiastically. “Great.” She waited a beat, and when no one else added anything, she winked at Ian. “While Ian sets up his presentation, I’ll add that I spoke to Dad, who was able to get ten volunteers to officially commit. Then I reached out to Carlos here since he’s such a well-liked, friendly member of both the police department and the community.”

That was definitely a dig at him, Brick decided. And she’d delivered it without looking at him.

Remi leaned forward and continued. “Carlos was able to provide the complete list of the people the department checks in on during the winter. I reached out to half of them so far and divided them into two lists. Ones with low-technology acumen who preferred to commit to a day of the week for their visit. And ones who are willing to help test the Visit Request functionality you’re about to see.”

“Oh,” Kimber said, looking as surprised as Brick felt.

“All set, Aunt Remi—I mean Technology Coordinator Remington,” Ian announced from the head of the table. He spun the iPad around on its stand. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the Mackinac Visits end user interface.”

* * *

Twenty minutes later, food forgotten in front of him, Brick listened with rapt attention.

“So the volunteer list receives an email every time a new visit request is made. They can decide if they want to accept the request and add it to their own calendar, which will also include the birthdates and anniversaries of visitees and volunteers,” Remi explained as Ian’s chubby little hands flew over the wireless keyboard. “We’re also discussing additional capabilities like a forum for volunteers to share notes about their visits. And as my colleague Ian explained before, everyone’s private information remains secure behind the login and firewall. Any questions?”

“How did you do all this?” Kimber asked, still looking stunned.

Remi winked at Ian. “I borrowed the school’s Online Media Club yesterday and today. They were already working with the kind of modules this project needed. The Branding Club heard about it and got involved with writing the copy and finalizing the photos. They’re also working on email automation for new people who fill out the volunteer form that includes a campaign advising what to do or talk about during visits.”

Brick blew out a breath. “That’s…impressive.” He was fucking dazzled by her. She’d known he and Kimber would have expected nothing from her. So she’d delivered the entire project on a platter as a subtle but effective “fuck you.” What she was able to accomplish when motivated by revenge was awe-inspiring. And terrifying.

There was no way he was going to survive this.