I open the folder and look through it, but the columns of numbers are inscrutable. I don’t have a talent for interpreting them the way Charlie does. He knows by now how to make the reports readable for me, but still, the numbers swim in front of my eyes. I’m going to have to go over this again when my brain hasn’t been scrambled by a discussion about Jenny London. I flip the folder shut and cross my arms over my chest. “What’s the bottom line?”

“Freeze hiring. We need to figure out where we can cut expenses. I’d suggest scaling back on Beau’s events, but—”

“Don’t be an asshole,” Beau squawks. “Don’t do it, Charlie. That’s not who you are.” He runs a hand self-consciously through his hair. “Do you know when Jenny will be back in? I think some promotion on social media could really boost attendance and heighten the sense that people are missing out if they don’t attend. The earlier in the season we start, the better, so....”

“I’ll let you know when she’s back in.” It’s the right thing to do. It’s the responsible thing to do. But part of me doesn’t want to tell Beau anything about where Jenny is or when she’s back in the office. Part of me wants to hold all that information close to my chest. The feeling of her body under my hands this morning comes back to me in a heady wave. I chose the yoga class to give her a taste of her own medicine. That went well. I look from one brother to the next. “I’m assuming you both have places to be. Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?”

They both stand there for just long enough that I know.

“Just, ah....” Beau rubs a hand across the back of his neck. “How’s it going? You know, with Jenny. Is she really—”

“Am I really what?” Jenny’s voice resounds from just outside in the bullpen and it makes us all jump. “Sorry to interrupt, but I heard my name.”

She enters the room behind the twins, and they part like the Red Sea, revealing her to me in all her skirt-suit glory.

“Beau. Charlie,” she says, a coy little smile on her face that makes me think I could kiss her.

Which is an absurd thought to have. It would have been absurd in high school, and it’s just as absurd now, but for totally different reasons.

“Hey, Gene—Jenny,” Beau says, correcting himself. “I was looking for you.”

“Wow,” she jokes. “Another Bliss brother on the hunt for me. I never thought I’d see the day.” She laughs, like this is the funniest thing she’s ever thought of. “Is this about promoting your events? I was thinking about that myself when we were out at the pool yesterday.”