“Sorry about that, everybody. My name is Roman Bliss, and if you don’t know me already, I’m the oldest of the Bliss brothers. You’ve probably seen a picture or two of me online.” That earns a laugh from the crowd. “I wanted to take a minute and welcome you to the best summer in Bliss history, and no, it’s not because of the photos.”

Another laugh. It could get addictive, being in front of a crowd like this, but I dismiss the idea as soon as I have it. Entertaining is what Beau does. I’m not about to step on his toes.

“Let’s give a round of applause to all my brothers. We run this place together. It takes all of us.” Driver’s back in town again, and I catch him nodding from his post by the bar. He forgave me for missing the meeting with Greyhound, but not until I got him another meeting and bought him an entire apology dinner at Bellissimo.

“And a special round of applause goes to my brother Beau, who heads up all these fantastic events.” The crowd is more raucous for Beau, and he waves down the cheer benevolently. I’m still watching him when the applause dies down, and I can’t help noticing that when nobody’s looking, the smile slips off his face.

Is something going on?

I missed things, back when everything with Jenny was new and turbulent, but maybe I missed more than I thought. He looks back up from the ground and raises his eyebrows. Get going, the look says. I get going.

“One last thing. In all the excitement of the last few weeks, a new detail about my life has gone…unannounced. Come on up here, Jenny.”

Jenny’s shoes are sharp on the stairs as she climbs up next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. Her smile is so big and bright. I never want to forget this moment. She tugs my wrist to bring the mic down to her level. “I killed a spider today,” she says, and god bless that crowd. They cheer without hesitation. It also probably helps that we’re two hours into the event and there’s an open bar.

I take the mic back as Jenny laughs, delighted. “She did, folks. I was there to see it.” Charlie rolls his eyes. He’s standing right at the front of the stage, so it’s impossible to miss it.

“Turn the music back on, Roman!” Huck calls from somewhere in the middle of the crowd.

“Ladies and gentleman, let’s welcome Jenny London as Bliss Resort’s permanent PR director and social media genius!” I rattle the words off into the mic, and the crowd gives us another, louder cheer. They are excited to get back to the party. “And my girlfriend. It’s not nepotism,” I say into the mic as the music blares from the speakers.