"Dammit, Billy. You had one job. One. Job. I moved my glare to my brother. "May I have a word?" "Now?" he asked, looking and sounding almost delighted. Of note, delighted for Billy was imperturbably stoic for everyone else. "Yes. Now." I bared my teeth in a grin. Billy's eyes moved between mine and I cursed his fastidious grooming. He'd taken extra care with the beard trimmer this afternoon. He also smelled like a profligate, cologne, and unrequited infatuation. My older brother turned and whispered something into Jennifer's ear. I stiffened, barely restraining the urge to grab him by his shirt collar and yank him down the hall. But I didn't. Instead I made a list of all his most treasured possessions for . . . reasons." --