That could only mean one thing. She must have been paying careful attention to the fit of my suit when I climbed out of the pool.

I’m sure as hell not embarrassed about that. I’m hardly the only man who would react to that bathing suit—and that dive—the way I did.

A knock at the door of my office saves me from a repeat performance of my reaction to the red bikini.

“Word on the street is that the new social media manager dresses exclusively in beachwear,” Beau proclaims from the door, grinning. He’s brought Charlie with him. They’re identical twins, but they couldn’t be more opposite in personality. What they do share is the same dark hair as our mother, only they have our father’s green eyes. Both are identically dashing. I’m not sure why they’ve come here together.

I wave them both into the office and stand up from my chair to stretch. “Did you come here just to gawk? I’m sorry to disappoint you, but our new hire is busy working at this time. And her attire is of no concern to you.”

Beau raises his eyebrows. “I shall never inquire again, your highness.”

I give him a look. “If that’s all you came to see me for—”

“That might be all he came here for.” Charlie sounds exasperated, as usual. “But I came to discuss financials.”

“God, Charles. Could you be any more boring?” Beau mouths the word right? and rolls his eyes dramatically.

Charlie doesn’t react to his twin’s reaction, but instead opens the folder he’s carrying and flips through the pages stacked neatly inside. “Aren’t you late for your standing appointment?”

“What standing appointment?” Beau picks up the stapler from my desk and playfully chomps it at Charlie until he takes a half step backwards.

“The one at the bar,” Charlie says, and his delivery is so deadpan that it’s actually funny.

For an instant, a dark expression flashes across Beau’s face that makes me think the flippant joke stings, but it disappears so fast that I’m tricked into thinking it was a product of my imagination. “I don’t have an event planned, no,” Beau shoots back in an icy tone but accompanied with his classic grin. “And, if you must know, I did come here looking for Jenny.” He leans back against the wall next to the door. “She’s not in her office.”

I shrug as if I couldn’t care less, but a quick stab of disappointment flares in my gut. “She’s probably getting more photos of the resort.”

“You don’t know?” Beau says with a little gasp. “What kind of manager doesn’t keep tabs on the whereabouts of—?”