Brian turned to Calista with his eyes bright with mischief. “Calista, would you like me to continue?” he asked, even though the bastard already knew the answer. “Everybody in this room already knows the story, but if you don't–”
“I do,” Calista rushed to say, and cringed when it came out too eager. Then she cleared her throat and tried to play it cool, glancing over at Aaron to see his cheeks were red. “That is if Aaron wants you to.”
Everybody turned to Aaron—including Jaxon—with raised eyebrows. The blondie had been backed into a corner. He knew that so he just muttered something inaudible under his breath and turned back to the pan, red all the way to his chest.
“So,” Brian said as he leaned forward, looking at Calista. “We were working on a mansion. A fat, stupid politician who bro
