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“Most of it happened,” Liam says.

“The part with the helicopter didn't happen.”

“The helicopter was implied.”

“You cannot imply a helicopter.”

“Watch me.”

Connor makes a sound. Not quite a laugh. Close.

“The last Harrington dinner,” Connor says to Liam. “The closing one. How'd it go? I was already scoping my next deal in Cabo.”

Liam glances at him. “Fine. Gerald was happy. Numbers were clean.”

“Riley was there.” Connor picks up his glass. “Asset as usual.”

“Kept Trevor Harrington from complaining about the seating chart for forty-five minutes,” Liam says. “Honestly more useful than half the people we paid to be there.”

Connor almost smiles at that.

“So.” Liam leans back. “Are we doing another Cabo deal? Because we just bought a house and there's a baby coming, so if you're planning to send us all somewhere—”

“No,” Connor says.

“No Cabo?”

“No deals. Not with any of you. Not for a long time.”

“That seems personal,” Liam says.

“It is,” Connor says. “Very.”

Ethan, from across the table: “The Riverside portfolio would actually benefit from a similar structure to the Harrington model. Realistically you'd need—”

“Ethan,” Andrew says.

“I'm not saying now—”

“Not at dinner,” I say.

Ethan stops. Looks at the table. “Fine.”

Sarah laughs. She puts her hand on Connor's arm. “You do all make very good business partners.”

Connor looks at her. Then at Liam, who is grinning. At Ethan, who is studying the risotto. At Andrew, who gives nothing away.

“That's not what I'm worried about,” he says.

But something in his face shifts when he says it. Just slightly.

A few minutes later, Liam says something wrong about the house's square footage and Ethan corrects him without looking up.

“That's not what we were told at closing,” Liam says.

“The listing was off. I measured.”

“You measured the house.”