Chapter Three
Cooper
After spending one last weekend on the sunny Florida coast, I’d arrived back in Boston last night and spent a restful night back in my old bed. Even though I really hadn’t been ready to come home yet, it seemed that at least so far, it was going okay. I was surprised to discover that I’d missed the smallest things—like my old espresso machine and my steam shower and my cleaning lady. My penthouse has been kept immaculate and for that I was grateful.
Strolling into the office on Monday morning, I waved a greeting at the receptionist and found my brothers standing inside the open area as if they were waiting for my arrival.
Quinn, my oldest brother, pulled me into a hug, clapping me loudly on the back. “He lives and breathes.”
I shoved him away playfully. “I’m here
