“Then ask yourself why he agreed to continue paying me seven figures a month, Reid.”

“Rock?” That didn’t sound like Rock.

“Of course Rock. Roy has no access to business coffers. Surprised, are you?”

“No,” I lied. “You’re our mother. We’re not going to let you flounder.” Another lie. I’d never let my mother live on the streets, but she sure as hell didn’t need to live like this.

“I see.”

Did she believe me? Rock and I would be having a conversation later, but I hadn’t come here to let my mother pit my brother and me against each other.

“Rock, Roy, Riley, and I are all on the same side, Mom. So don’t try your little mind games. I came here for another reason.”

“I hope it’s good enough to interrupt my massage.”

“That was hardly a massage,” I said, “and yeah, I think it’s more than good enough.”

“All right, for God’s sake. Let me get dressed and order some lunch or something.”

“Not hungry.”

“At least let me get dressed.”

Talking to my mother wearing a sheet wasn’t really on my bucket list, but at this point, I could never unsee what I’d seen. So no way was I going to let her out of my sight to figure out a way to get out of this.

“Wrap it up like a toga,” I said. “We’re going to talk now.”

She huffed. “This isn’t proper.”

“That ship has sailed, Mom. Just wrap up the damned sheet and then turn off that wretched infuser. The chamomile is going to make me lose my breakfast.”

“For Christ’s sake, Reid.”

I looked away as she knotted the sheet around herself. Once I heard her get off the table, I turned back around. She was covered totally, thank God. She walked to the infuser and turned it off.

“The aromatherapy won’t go away just like that,” she snapped.

“I’m not a moron, Mom.” I breathed in through my mouth.

She nodded to a couple of chairs in the corner. “Have a seat. I have to go to the bathroom.”

I shook my head. “No, you don’t.”

“My bladder says differently.”

“You’re a big girl. Hold it. I know you better than you know yourself, Connie. You’re looking for an out. I’m not giving it to you.”

“I can have you arrested for trespassing.”

“You want to go there? I’ll grab Fabio the masseur and he’ll hum like a hummingbird for the right price. You want to go down for soliciting? And that’s the least I’ll do to you.”

“You kids never had any respect for your mother,” she huffed.

“Why would we? After you let Dad molest Riley all those years.”

She dropped her mouth into an O. “I had no idea!”