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Collin scowled. “I’ve tried.”
“No, you are coddling him. Teach him.”
Paling beneath his tan, Collin downed the rest of the vodka. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Then enjoy him while you can.” I shrugged. I couldn’t fix stupid, Collin understood our family. Our world.
This fucking life we’d been born into. We had no choices—his lover boy did.
If he didn’t want to exercise that…not my problem.
A different waiter delivered a fresh vodka and a plate of appetizers. They did not linger. Collin, however, stared after them with a flicker of pain in his expression.
Honestly, Collin was going to get the little shit killed all by himself. “Was that it?” I asked abruptly.
“You just got here,” Collin said, scowling at me.
“So?”
“No, that’s not it.” Collin sat forward, then shot a glance around the room before he reached for one of the stuffed mushrooms. “There’s been movement on one of the accounts you have me tracking.”
I studied him. Waiting.
“Isaiah Voss moved a considerable amount of money over the last three weeks. It started in trickles. Drips really, then he escalated.” Collin spooned four more mushrooms onto his little plate before he spooned some out for me. He downed the vodka tonic, then leaned forward. “He wasn’t the one doing the initial moves.”
“Someone was draining his account.”
A single nod. A fresh vodka tonic arrived, this time with a sliced lime in it. I took the glass before he could pick it up and replaced it with the water. His scowl was epic. I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted him sober for this. He could cry into his alcohol about his lover after.
“Yes,” Collin answered, as if gritting out that single syllable took every ounce of effort he possessed. “He reacted.”
“Good. Then you know where he moved his money.” Voss’ exercise of restraint and caution made it difficult to track him.
Difficult didn’t mean impossible. It had, however, begun to get on my nerves.
“If I tell you, am I going to regret it?” The question didn’t deserve an answer so I didn’t offer one, instead I just waited. Irritation flickered in his eyes and all at once his whole expression muted. Not reacting, I lifted his vodka tonic to mime a drink as I checked the mirror to our left for what I could see behind us.
A table of bankers had risen abruptly at the arrival of Harper Reed. More than one appeared a little guilty, but they were fighting to cover it as they shook his hand. A laconic smile kept his thoughts from being as transparent as theirs. They were turning to the woman with him.
Melissa Benedict Reed.
His wife.
Her smile was nowhere near as austere or controlled. He made a point of introducing her to each of them and used the diversion for assessment.
Fools.
“Stop staring,” I ordered Collin and he jerked his gaze to mine. “Tell me about Voss.”
“Not sure we should discuss it.”
“He’s on the other side of the room with twelve men intent on sucking his cock. He isn’t listening to us. Tell me.”
If he made me repeat myself again, we would have an issue. I had no use for the Reeds.
Any of them.
“Cayman Islands,” Collin told me. Then our waiter returned. Ah, the lover this time. He brought dinner plates and set them down. No more appetizers. Steaks for both of us. The meat still sizzled so it’d come directly from the grill to us. The rest would take place here if we chose to give it that long. The potatoes were fully loaded. The vegetables grilled.
