Nick nods, his lip curling in dark pleasure. “‘The American Gem falls prey to vultures,’ was the headline.”


    I wonder what it must be like to carry around the weight of his reputation. To see yourself disparaged in a national newspaper like that, over and over again…


    A phone rings from an adjoining room and Skye shoots up. “That must be the food.”


    My brother rises smoothly to his feet. Towering over Skye, he puts a hand on her lower back. “I’ll help you carry.”


    And so Nick and I are again alone. I take a sip of the martini and look over at the firece. A framed picture of Cole and Skye on their wedding day hangs above it. The narcissists, I think, but not without fondness.


    “An expensive endeavor, huh?”


    My gaze flies back to Nick’s. He’s staring at me with a furrow between his brows. “Yes. I don’t think it’s impossible to make it profitable, but it’ll need a revamp.”


    “And that’s your professional opinion.”


    “Yes,” I say slowly. “What else would it be?”


    He nces past me, out toward theke beyond and the glittering of houses that line it. “Why did you really ept this job?”


    “Because you thought I wouldn’t.”


    Nick actually smiles at that. It’s not a smile of true happiness, and it’s a nted, crooked thing, but it’s a smile nheless. “I was counting on the fact that you wouldn’t.”


    “So I guessed. What, you didn’t think I’d let you win just like that, did you?”


    “A man can hope,” he says. “So what? You epted, and now you’re going to deliberately sabotage my business? An expensive endeavor,” he snorts.


    Whatever wry amusement I’d felt flees. I put my ss down so hard I fear it might shatter. “You honestly think I’d do that?”


    “Just to spite me? Sure.”


    I re at him and will him to drop dead from the impact. But he doesn’t, staring back at me like I’m his worst nightmare.


    As if he wasn’t mine first.


    “Don’t turn this around,” I hiss. “I know you’re hoping I’ll fail, so you can go on believing I’m nothing but Cole’s screw-up sister. Well, I won’t. I refuse to.”


    “Hoping you’ll fail? I have millions of dors on the line here. Don’t tter yourself, ir.”


    “Oh, I seldom do where you’re concerned.” I wrap my arms around my chest. “We don’t need to like each other.”


    “Thank God,” he mutters.


    I pretend like the barb doesn’t hurt. “What we do need to do is work together. And be civil, for their sake.” I nod toward the door where Cole and Skye had disappeared. “Think you can do that, vulture?”ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    If he’s offended by my use of his media epitaph, he doesn’t show it. He extends a hand instead.


    Once before I’ve shaken that hand. I still remember what it felt like-the faint scarring on the inside of his palm that’s intrigued me ever since.


    I close my fingers around his. They nearly disappear in his firm grip. He shakes my hand twice, eyes boring into mine the entire time.


    “Prove me wrong,” he says. “Help me make this business a sess and I’ll be civil.”


    “Fine,” I grind out. “To civility and profit.”


    “Civility and profit.”


    We nod to each other like we’ve signed an historic peace ord. In a way, we have. Never before have we openly acknowledged our dislike of each other. To have it stated so baldly makes something in me wither.


    Apparently, there’s a difference between knowing and knowing. I want to ask him why we never became friends in the first ce. But the fierce look on his face keeps any such questions from surfacing. No doubt he’d bite my head off for it.


    The door swings open and Cole steps through with two full bags. The scent of curry and spice wafts through the air. Despite my anger, my mouth waters.


    His eyes flit between Nick and me. My brother is no idiot-he can feel the icy temperature in the room. He steps past us and into the dining room instead.


    “Come along, children,” he says in a tired voice. “If you’ll stop bickering for just another hour, we’ll let you out of here soon enough.”


    I don’t know if Nick feels chastened, but I do. I’m on my best behavior all through dinner. Not surprisingly, that meansrgely ignoring Nick’s presence.


    “We’re going to Whistler the weekend after next,” Cole says. “There’s more than enough room for both of you.”


    “In separate wings?” I quip.


    “Thanks,” Nick says, “but-”


    “Oh, please, both of you, don’t say no right away,” Skye interjects. “There’s space aplenty, not to mention a hot tub. We can y charades. Or,” she adds, probably seeing the look in Nick’s eyes, “we can spend the days skiing and the evenings quietly reading books and not talking at all.”


    Cole shakes his head at her rambling, but his smile is good-natured. He looks at us both. “I’d very much like you both toe,” he says simply.


    His words are enough to make my insides knot. I want to go. I want to spend time with them. I want to y charades and eat s’mores and doze by the fire.


    Skye puts a hand on mine. Her eyes, so familiar and dear to me now, sparkle with mischief. “And you can bring the cute guy you’re dating. André, right?”


    I open my mouth to tell her that it’s over-I’d broken that off nearly a month ago-but another voice speaks first.


    “I’ll go,” Nick states. “Thank you for inviting me.”


    I look at him across the table. There had been no hiding the strength of purpose in his voice. “Lovely,” Skye says. “We’re happy to have you. The ce is gorgeous, really.”


    “I’m sure it is.” He nces over at me, as if he’s daring me to ept.


    I grit my teeth. “I’lle too,” I say sweetly. “I can’t wait.”


    “Me neither.” Nick punctuates his words by attacking his food a bit too strongly. Cole notices-damn my brother for never once being perceptive except right now. I don’t want to be cross-examinedter about our weird dynamic.


    “So,” I say brightly, reaching for the giant bowl of rice, “what’s with all the food? Did you order enough to feed an army?”


    Cole nods. “The fifth infantry division will be here in half an hour.”