He raised a brow. “Still on the yacht?”
“Still.”
He exhaled, shaking his head. “Buying them that thing was a poor investment.”
“I thoughtyoubought it.”
“I did.”
“Then stop complaining.”
He shrugged. “They’re happy.”
“That’s all that matters.”
“It is,” he agreed.
“Veil says there’s been a few men rotating through the deck logs.”
“Unless someone touches them wrong. They get total privacy.”
I nodded. “Agreed. I never understood the brothers who get jealous over that shit.”
“Weird fuckers who are in love with their own sisters,” Vince muttered.
I laughed. He didn’t, but the edge in him faded just enough to call himhumanagain. My life battle will be pulling him back from being the enforcer our grandfather trained in him.
“You heard from her?” I asked.
Just like that the air changed. He didn’t look at me. Just blinked slowly, the quiet ringing louder than it should’ve.
“No,” he wouldn’t look at me when he said.
I studied him. “You want me to get Luca to track her?”
“No.”
“Vince—”
“No one should know about her. Including you.”
That stung, but I didn’t show it. Vince never had a woman he cared about, nor had he hidden one from us. He didn’t talk to women. I wanted to ask what she had done to change that.
“We’re brothers,” I said. “I know all things.”
“Then pretend you don’t,” he muttered, shoving the last bite into his mouth like it might shut down the conversation.
I didn’t push. Only because I knew that when Vince started locking the doorsinside, forcing them open only made him disappear faster.
“You hear the latest?” I asked, leaning back on the couch, watching Vince pick the last of the meat from his container like it had personally wronged him.
“Which latest?” he muttered.
“Apparently, we’re going to start stealing dynasty daughters.”
He scoffed. “Again?”
I grinned. “Genuinely, this week’s rumor is we’ve already picked targets. One from each house. Some Veil post claimed we’re repopulating the Crow bloodline manually.”
