“Pen and I can take care of that, you know.”

“I know,” Luke acknowledged as he continued typing, soothed by the simple, straightforward task. He handed Jay the page he’d finished entering and grabbed another.

Vijay fiddled with the edge of the paper. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” Luke insisted. A blatant lie. The second page done, Luke handed it off and picked up a third. He’d designed the programs to work symbiotically but hadn’t had a chance to test the applications in real time. “I still think we should have had a trial run before the grand opening.” Luke shoved another finished page at his friend.

“And I still think we should have created an online entry form for the guests instead.” Vijay tapped the pages against the desk, straightening them. “I could link it on the hotel’s website so people could fill it out before they arrived.”

“I told you, I don’t want to do it that way,” Penelope snapped from the doorway.

Luke and Jay froze, exchanging guilty looks. It didn’t matter if what they’d been doing was wrong or not. It didn’t matter that Penelope was six years their junior. She’d always had the ability to make them feel like they’d been caught stealing from the cookie jar.

“Why not?” Jay asked, standing up and offering his chair.

Penelope ignored the offer. “Because it’s too much like filling out a dating app.”

“How many dating apps have you filled out?” Jay demanded.

“None of your business.” She sniffed, wrinkling her nose as she stepped closer to Luke. “Ugh, you smell like a soggy picnic blanket.”

“That’s you?” Vijay flapped the pages he was holding at Luke, as if to air him out. “I’ve been wondering what that stench was.”

“It’s because of the walking tour.” Luke shrugged. “I, uh, got caught in the rain.”

“Most of the stragglers arrived back in the lobby a few minutes before the storm started,” Penelope said, brows furrowing. “What were you doing out there for so long?”

He flushed under his sister’s suspicious gaze.

“And what are you doing in here?” Her eyes narrowed. “You came to check up on me, didn’t you?”

“Would you believe me if I told you I didn’t plan to stop by?”

“No,” Penelope said flatly. “That doesn’t sound like you at all.”

“It’s true,” Luke insisted, still freaked out by the recent glitch in his brain. “I was on my way to take a shower and somehow ended up here.” He held his breath, waiting for his sister to call BS.

Instead, she glanced over his shoulder at the computer screen and bristled. “Are you entering the itinerary data?”

He smiled feebly. “I figured since I was here I might as well help.”

“Luke! Stop micromanaging things! I can handle this. Why won’t you trust me?”

“I do trust you.”