He purses his lips, looking just like our mother. “You made me drive two hours in the middle of the night to tell me that nothing’s going on?” Huck crosses his arms dejectedly over his chest and leans back in his seat. It’s wedged too close to my desk in order to fit everyone into my office.

“Please,” Charlie chimes in. “It was nine o’clock on a Monday night. Don’t act like you’re ever asleep before dawn.”

It’s Huck’s last semester in college, and it will be over in two weeks, so I don’t doubt that Charlie has a point.

“It’s none of your business what time I go to bed, you old woman,” Huck shoots back. “Beau’s up all night, too, and I don’t see you busting his chops.”

Beau laughs out loud. “I’m working. You’re partying.”

“I saw you spike your coffee on the way in.” Huck raises his eyebrows at me when he says it.

“Well, aren’t you just a little detective.” Beau raises his coffee cup in a sarcastic toast that Huck doesn’t see at all. “In my opinion, you should use your detective skills on something that matters, like the whereabouts of our missing brother.”

“Let’s not speculate on Asher’s whereabouts.” I’m getting testy, and it’s not entirely their fault. After the way things went with Jenny last night, I think I’ll be permanently blue-balled. “He couldn’t make it to the meeting this morning.”

“Again, I drove two hours—”

“Shut it, Huck,” Driver says mildly. He’s sitting in the other seat in front of my desk, his feet up on the corner of it, hands resting idly behind his head. “The longer you talk, the longer it takes me to get back on the road.” Driver, true to his name, has taken it upon himself to take the Bliss name out of Ruby Bay and get it plastered on billboards and racecars and any number of other items across the country. He calls himself the Head of Sponsorship and Development, but he’s the only one in his so-called department.

“Glad you brought that up. Because I meant what I said two minutes ago.”

Driver considers the skylight above his head. The light is kind on his hair, which is tinged with a hint of auburn. “You’re going out on the road for me?”

“No.” They always think I’m going to step in and do their jobs for them. Honestly, it might make it easier for me in the long run to do everything myself, but even in my wildest fantasies I can’t do the jobs of six people and have enough time left over to eat and sleep. “I’m implementing a new approval process.”

Beau drops his head back against the wall and groans. “Roman, don’t do this to us.”