My brothers ruined it inside of five minutes.
Darius sat ramrod straight, jaw tight, fingers drumming against the rim of his glass every time the conversation looped back to him. Not his style. He was still chasing the buyer behind those three men in Seattle, and the trail had gone cold. Failure was not a flavor he wore well.
Damon was worse. He kept up the charm, polished as ever, but the smile never quite caught his eyes. Twice his gaze grazed mine and slid off before I could pin it.
I caught him on the third pass and asked, without saying a word, what.
Nothing, his shrug answered.
I let it go. Damon could be more stubborn than I was when he wanted privacy.
So I cut into my steak and let my father weave.
He angled the first volley at Darius. "Rebecca remembers the summer you broke
