Rory Rourke came out of the elevator like a confetti cannon that had been left in the sun.
"Brother!" He flung his arms wide, champagne bottle and all, and Hollis caught the bottle by its neck a split second before it hit the stone floor. "My big, cold, beautiful brother. I've come to stay. Forever. I've brought my own drink."
"You've brought *my* drink." Hollis peered at the label. "This was in my office."
"Was it? Then I've brought it home. You're welcome." Rory spun, and his eyes landed on Edena, standing by the terrace door with her coffee. His whole face lit up like a slot machine. "*Oh.* Oh, the tryst *continues*."
"It's not a tryst," Edena and Hollis said together.
"It's *two* trysts." Rory pointed at Hollis's soaking trouser hems, then at the glowing pool. "He's wet. You're fl
