Of course he hadn’t heard of it. It wasn’t the type of place his designer-suit-wearing, R8-driving CEO brother would ever step foot in. As Cole had never invited Mason to his apartment, his brother had no familiarity with Cole’s part of town.

Cole grinned to himself, getting a twisted sort of pleasure from the thought of Mason walking into this place he absolutely didn’t belong.

Little place on Galveston Avenue, Cole typed. Stop by for a drink or a sandwich, my treat. Got some questions for you.

There was a pause for a minute or two, probably as Mason reeled in his shock at Cole’s invitation. First time for everything, Cole figured. He really didn’t want to sit here alone all evening, thinking about the woman he shouldn’t have. And his questions were legit.

Twenty-two-hundred block? Mason finally texted, and Cole imagined him searching on his phone for the Sunshine’s address.

Yep.

Be there in twenty, Mason texted.

When Mason walked in the door, Cole had finished his beef and cheddar and was on his second beer. When Gabe followed directly behind Mason, Cole did a double take. Of course, they were both wearing suits, which made Cole glance at the stools next to him to make sure they were clean.

“Sweet mother of God,” Winona muttered to herself when she saw them. “Do not pick a fight with them,” she instructed Cole.

Cole hid a grin, realizing she had no idea who they were. “I could take ’em both at once.” He hadn’t done it for more than a decade, but he knew his pretty-boy brothers honed their muscles in the gym for a couple of hours a week, not as part of a forty-plus-hour job.

“Don’t you dare.”

His brothers spotted him, and as they made their way toward him, he downed several gulps of beer. This conversation wasn’t going to be comfortable, but as he’d sat here for twenty-some minutes thinking things through as he waited, he knew he needed to gather info.

“Hey, Cole,” Mason said, unbuttoning his jacket and sitting on the stool to the left.

Gabe gave Cole a friendly smack on the back as he took the stool to Cole’s right.

Cole looked pointedly at his Timex. “Four minutes late,” he said to Mason, trying to keep the corner of his lips from lifting. “Losing your touch.”

“I had to park a block away,” Mason said dismissively, but Cole suspected, deep inside, he was pissed at the blemish on his early-to-on-time record.

When Cole turned his gaze to Winona, he caught her with her mouth literally hanging open and her eyes narrowed, and that brought out an honest-to-God laugh from him.

“Winona,” he said formally, “meet Mason, my oldest brother, and Gabe, second oldest. This is Winona James, owner of Sunshine’s and my apartment upstairs.”