“You did. I’m not taking away from that, but I got the brunt of it.”

I couldn’t deny it. Reid was correct. “You mouthed off a lot more,” I said.

That got a smile out of Rock. “Really? Hard to imagine.”

“I learned from you,” Reid said to Rock.

“I’m sorry, little brother,” Rock said. “My only excuse is that I was fourteen and I didn’t consider the consequences.”

“Not blaming you,” Reid said. “Not anymore. I was a kid. But not now, and especially now that we know what really happened.”

A knock on the door interrupted us.

“Yeah?” Rock said. “Come in.”

Lacey walked in.

“Hey, babe.” Rock raised his eyebrows.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“It’s okay. We’re all done here. What do you need?”

“Charlie just called. She had lunch with a former partner of mine, and he gave her some information she thinks might help us with the situation with your father. She didn’t want to discuss it over the phone, but she’s on her way back. She wants to see all of us.”

All of us? I didn’t actually work here, like the others. I wasn’t sure I could handle myself around Charlie.

I hadn’t fought her when she didn’t want to sleep with me last night.

And now?

God, I was fucked up.

“When will she be here?”

Then another knock.

Lacey opened the door. “Looks like she’s here now.”

Her voice was like an angel’s. Her body sculpted by gods. Her hair like waves of grain blowing in the breeze.

I could hardly focus on Charlie’s words.

Something about a confidential settlement.

A woman with an unusual name.

Derek Wolfe…and someone else.

“Wow,” Lacey said, interrupting my thoughts. “I remember that.”

“Blaine seemed sure you’d remember the woman’s name.”

“I was a brand new associate,” Lacey said, “and a senior partner told me to basically forget I’d ever seen it.”

“You can do it, baby,” Rock said.

“Did he give you any other information?” she asked Charlie.

Charlie shook her head. “Just that he couldn’t say any more because the other client in the settlement is still alive.”

Lacey widened her eyes. “Usually my memory is a curse. Now, when I need it, I can’t bring it to the surface.”

“Maybe try some guided hypnosis,” Reid said.

Rock scoffed. “What kind of crap are you talking about?”

“It’s not crap. It’s a type of therapy.”

“You ever tried it?”

“No, but I’ve read about it.”

“You read about therapy techniques?”

“For God’s sake, Rock,” Reid said, “there’s more to me than a business head. Sometimes I actually read something else.”

“Psychology Today?”

My brothers continued to bat their metaphorical ball back and forth.