Charlie’s eyes were big as saucers when we boarded the Wolfe Jet. I hadn’t used the jet nearly as much as Reid had, but I’d been on board enough times not to be completely entranced by its luxury.

Hell, I’d grown up in luxury. It was nothing new to me. Who needed parental love and devotion when you had luxury like this?

Apparently not the Wolfe kids.

When we reached our cruising altitude, two attendants offered us breakfast, complete with mimosas.

“I couldn’t.” Charlie shook her head. “It’s a work day.”

My first instinct was to argue with her, as I had this morning about being on time. But she was right, and I did respect her work ethic.

“No alcohol for me either,” I said. “Just coffee.”

“Perfect,” Charlie agreed.

We noshed on bacon, eggs, and whole wheat English muffins with raspberry jam, hardly conversing at all.

Yet it wasn’t awkward, the silence.

It seemed normal.

It seemed…natural.

Being with Charlie Waters seemed very natural to me.

“You’re cute when you eat.” I wiped a tiny smudge of jam from the corner of her mouth.

She swallowed the bite of English muffin. “Cute? Can’t say I’ve ever heard that before.”

“You just seem to enjoy food.”

“I do. Don’t you?”

“Yeah. Always have. We Wolfes have good taste in food. Except Riley. She eats like a bird. She’s too thin, I think.”

“She’s gorgeous,” Charlie said. “I’d give my left arm to have her body.”

“Haven’t you ever noticed how skinny her arms are?”

Charlie cocked her head. “I’ve never interacted with her, actually. She always looks great to me.”

“She’s too thin,” I said. “Reid and I agree on that. Her agent keeps her on a forced starvation diet. No fat. Pretty much all brown rice and vegetables and the occasional lean piece of fish.”

“That’s not healthy.”

“Damn right it’s not.” I sighed. “I worry about her.”

“Have you tried looking for her?”

I shook my head. “We gave up the last time. When she takes off, she doesn’t want to be found.”

“You don’t think she—”

“Murdered him? No way. She was his little angel. He kicked the shit out of the rest of us.”

Charlie jerked in surprise.

“Sorry. You didn’t think he was a model citizen, did you?”

“Of course not. I knew none of you were fans, but…”

“You didn’t consider why none of us were fans?”

“But if Riley was his favorite, and he doted on her, why does she have…”

“Issues? Her diet, probably. Our mother always expected her to be the perfect little mini Connie Wolfe.”

“And she was your dad’s favorite?”