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who were completely engrossed in an animated discussion of a tent for the reception, and shook his head. Hopeless . The entire world made no sense and was getting worse by the second.
    Shit.
    Before he could make the door, the wedding planning paused. “Where are you going?” Michael asked.
    “To box up my office.” Of course he wasn’t really quitting, but he needed an okay from Michael, and he’d get it any way he could. Even by bluffing. His triple whammy of contract lawyer mixed with appraisal expert on top of his ability to put up with Michael’s bullshit made him irreplaceable, and all three of them knew it.
    “Wait. What?” Well, he’d gotten Will’s attention anyway.
    He shrugged nonchalantly. “Big bro wouldn’t give me the rest of the week off, so I’m out of here. It’s been real. Later, guys.” He extended his thumb and pinkie to flash a hang-loose sign.
    Faster than seemed possible, Will blocked his way from the office, dog cradled against his chest. All that military training made his brother formidable. Even with Chance’s decade of martial arts training, Will gave him pause. “Hold up. Let’s talk about this.”
    “I tried, but flowers and cakes were more important.”
    Will shifted his hold on the dog and gestured to the chair facing Michael’s desk. “Nothing’s more important than family. Talk.” His brother’s sincere expression made him feel like a prick. The bluff of quitting was low, but he’d get time off one way or another, and asking permission from his big brother was irksome.
    He took a deep, relaxing breath and slumped down into one of the wing chairs facing the desk. How many times had he sat here in his life? Thousands. Tens of thousands, maybe. He used to make paper airplanes here while his dad mentored Michael on the business. And his dad had chosen his successor well. His oldest brother had taken Anderson Enterprises to the top, especially the pet branch of the business, Anderson Auctions, which was world-renowned for its acquisition, representation, and placement of rare antiquities in private collections and museums.
    Chance loved it here. Being the in-house counsel for Anderson Auctions fueled his fascination with history and put his law degree to good use. And he loved his brothers, even when they were jackasses, like Michael was now—and succeeded in being most of the time. What used to amount to idol worship had grown into a mutual respect. He’d never leave.
    Michael might be a workaholic, but Chance wasn’t, and neither was Will, who was drumming his fingers on the arm of his own chair, waiting for an explanation while Michael organized the items on his desk to be perfectly in line with the ninety-degree angles of polished mahogany surface.
    “I have to take some time off. It’s not optional. All documents for this week’s transactions are complete and in the system. I’ll have my phone. You don’t need me here.”
    Michael paused his desk tidying and leaned back in his leather chair. “Why? Have you found some uncharted mountain pass to ski down? Or maybe you’re heading to Hawaii to hang glide again. Forget it, little brother. You can break your neck after the wedding.”
    The back of Chance’s scalp prickled. Ordinarily, he could maintain his calm in any circumstance. Why not now? Genny. That’s why . She got to him every time. She always had. He’d taken punches for her. Gotten stitches for her. Even gone to jail for her… And she didn’t even know.
    “I have some personal business.”
    “What personal business?”
    His muscles tightened, and it took all he had not to shoot to his feet. He was a private person, and this bordered on over-sharing. “I need to help a friend out.”
    “I didn’t think you had any,” Will kidded.
    “Who?” ever-direct Michael asked.
    “None of your fucking business.” Well, that came out far harsher than intended.
    To his surprise, Michael shut his laptop. “I’m not asking as your boss, I’m asking