Chapter Two
OWEN
Birthday p***y? Hell, any kind of p***y? I wish. I'm too f*****g tired. Between eighty-hour workweeks, brutal predawn rowing sessions with the guys at the hands of our coxswain, and chasing after the remaining siblings in my house - all of whom delight in causing trouble - I feel like an old man.
"f**k, no," I snort with a roll of my eyes.
"C'mon," Steele cajoles. "This is why we built the C-suite with bedrooms." He waggles his eyebrows. "It's been ages and you should take advantage."
"You built the C-suite with bedrooms because we have two a.m. meetings with Tokyo," I remind him sternly. "And you wanted a place to shower after rowing practice. Back me up on this, Stockton." With three teenagers in the house, someone has to live by example.
Stockton cheerfully throws
