“If there’s any risk, I won’t put her anywhere near it.” I scrambled for a moment. Until an idea struck me like a bell. “Can we transfer them to me?”

Marcus paused, then lit up, his mind whirring behind his eyes. “You know, I think maybe we can. Why didn’t I think of that?” He was practically pouting.

“Think of what?” Laney asked, her gaze bouncing between us.

“I own a business. We can transfer the contracts to me, and I can fill them.”

Three-fourths of my siblings blinked at me.

“You own a business?” Luke echoed.

“Selling his hybrids,” Marcus added. “I made him set it up years ago. Seriously, why didn’t I think of this?”

I chuckled. “It’s all right. I forget about it too.”

“No, I mean … you have all that money to work with. You can get whatever you need. You could even lease Longbourne from me and keep it running, if it came to that.”

His words climbed their way through my thoughts, leaving me confused. “All what money?”

Marcus stared at me. “What do you mean, all what money? You have almost two hundred thousand in that account.” He kept staring as I stilled. “You mean to tell me you haven’t even looked?”

“No,” I breathed. “I didn’t ever need to. Didn’t even think to.”

He ran a hand over his mouth, glancing up at the ceiling as if to ask for deliverance from my idiocy. “Kash, you’re hopeless.”

“How about you berate me later,” I suggested. “Are we sure this is legal? They won’t see it like, I don’t know, like we set up a shell to evade paying them?”

“I think there’s a way to do it, but let me talk to Ben. Whatever we do, it’s got to be by the letter. If we don’t, Bower will burn us to the ground. Talk to Lila, see if you can get new contracts drawn up under your name. The rest of you, help Kash with whatever he needs to switch gears and get himself going. And maybe brainstorm a new name for his business, would you?”

“What, Kash Bennet Hybrid Flowers not catchy enough for you?” I joked, not at all feeling funny.

“That’s your business name?” Laney said in disbelief.

“It’s not like I ever thought I’d put it on a sign,” I defended.

“We’ll come up with something,” she promised Marcus.

“Good,” he said. “And I’ll figure out how to get us the rest of the way out of this mess. Kash,” he started, turning to me with earnest, grateful eyes, “thank you. I really wish I’d thought of that.”