Baker gravitates toward Dunk while they’re standing at the baggage carousel waiting for their luggage. Baker is sweating despite the air-conditioning. Floyd is as hot as a glowing coal.

Dunk smiles. “Seeing you with him makes me miss my girl.”

“Your…” Baker isn’t sure if Dunk means his daughter or his girlfriend. He doesn’t seem like the paternal type.

“My girl, Olive. She’s a harlequin Great Dane.”

“Oh,” Baker says. “Your dog.”

“Yep,” Dunk says. “Olive stays here and I fly back and forth to Houston. She weighs a hundred and fifty pounds, so she’s too big to crate. I had to fly down private with her when we came initially.”j

“Right,” Baker says, nodding, although, honestly, every new sentence out of this guy’s mouth is crazier than the last. “If you don’t mind my saying so, you seem pretty young to be a CEO.”

“I’m twenty-eight,” Dunk says. “I look older without my hat.” He shrugs. “Losing my hair.”

“Still, that’s really young to have your own company. How’d you do it?”

“I went to Baylor, majored in business…I’ve always sort of had a nose for what’s hot. For my senior project, I developed a simple sex app. The user checked in every time she or he did the deed and joined a community of others who were reporting their sexual activity. People could add what positions they’d tried and a few other details.” He glances at Floyd. “And then there was a rating system, points they could accrue, status they could gain. I did it as a riff on the swipe-left culture but it took off. Especially among the marrieds. Like my sister, Andi. She lives in Bellaire—you know it?”

Yes, Baker knows it. Wealthy Houston.

“Everyone in her neighborhood was on my app. She claims they were all lying about how much action they were getting.”

“Well,” Baker says. “Yeah.” If Baker was ever on a sex app, he would have no choice but to lie. He and Anna got it on approximately twice a year.

“I sold the app for fifteen million and I got into the weed business in Colorado, making artisanal edibles.”

“Ah,” Baker says. “Now you’re talking.”

“We made gummies, lollipops, high-quality chocolate bars in nine flavors, cookie dough…we even had pot pasta sauce.”

Pot pasta sauce? Who thinks of this stuff? “I can see where that would be popular,” Baker says.

“As more states legalized marijuana, the business grew and I sold that company last year for ten times what I’d made with the app.”

A hundred and fifty million? Baker thinks. Surely this is hyperbole.

“So I’ve given up the sex and the drugs,” Dunk says. “And now I’m into the rock and roll.” He points to his T-shirt. “Wasps of Good Fortune is my band.”

“Oh yeah?” Baker says. “What do you do?”

“I sing,” Dunk says. “I have kind of a Colin Hay sound, you know, early-period Men at Work?”

Baker blinks. He’d thought there was only one period of Men at Work, the “Land Down Under” period.