He leaned back and clasped his hands, propping his elbows on the armrests of his chair. “I’m in business with David.”

“Yeah? Doing what?”

“Software and app development.”

“Well that’s a vague, techy-sounding answer. Do you work on anything I would recognize?”

He held out his hand. “Maybe. Can I see your phone a minute?”

“Such a personal request,” I teased. I used my thumbprint to unlock the screen, then handed it over. He scrolled through a few screens, typed something, then gave it back. He’d navigated to the app store and pulled up the specs for a popular logic puzzle game. Popular was kind of an understatement. The game was huge. Annoyingly huge. I scrolled over the page, trying to figure out what he was showing me, and then I saw it. The game developers were listed as David and James Hamilton.

I looked up. “You did this?”

“Don’t get too impressed. Dave is the brain behind the technology. I do the marketing.”

“But wait. The entire thing? LogiX? That’s all you guys?”

“Maybe you should sound a little more surprised. I promise it’s not hurting my ego at all.”

“No! I don’t mean to sound surprised; it’s just . . . impressive. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t have this game on their phone. I’m stuck on level seventy-eight. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Don’t tell Dave. He loves hearing that kind of thing.”

“Wow. That’s very cool.” I placed my phone back on the table, feeling more than a little awestruck. It wasn’t quite running-into-Bruno-Mars exciting, but still. Pretty awesome. Jamie had done something big. “How did you get started?”

“Dave went to grad school at UNC. He started working on it during his last semester and then continued after he graduated. I didn’t do grad school, so I moved down here and camped in his apartment until the app launched. It was a gamble. I could have found work right after graduation, but Dave was convinced that when he finished, it would be huge. So I waited, then we launched, and here we are.”

“Do all four of you live together?”

“No. Simon’s got his own place. He’s an accountant—graduated from Duke a few years back—and likes the quiet too much to live with us. He blames it on work and his need to focus. We just think he’s boring. Cooper’s with me and Dave, but temporarily. He’ll head back home at the end of the summer.”

“For his mission.”

“Yep.”

“Duke and UNC graduates in the same family,” I said. “Bet that makes for lively dinner conversations.”

“You have no idea. The rivalry runs deep. What about your dad? He grew up here, right? Who’s his team?”