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didn’t understand after all these years why he chose not to speak to his father. Sure, his explanation seemed plausible, but knowing Chain the way I knew Chain, it was not believable. He was just not the type of person to dismiss someone he loved so easily. He said it was an accident, that a car side swiped them, so why did he blame his father? Was his father drunk? Rushing through a light? I didn’t think so. I was certain Chain would have mentioned it, had it been that way. It just didn’t make sense to me. None of it made sense.  
    Someday, I would ask him about it. But first of all I needed to ask him about dinner with my parents and I most definitely had to choose my words wisely. I had learned over the few months with Chain that he had a way of sliding out of things when he didn’t want to do them and I had to make sure that I had a foolproof plan that wouldn’t allow him to do that. I was never very good at talking anyone into doing anything they didn’t want to do and knew I needed advice. I had a good idea of where to get it from. If anyone could con anyone into doing something they didn’t want to, it was Vince. He had a natural finesse and a way with words that had people eating out of his hands.
    I stood up and walked out of my office and down to Vince’s. The door of Vince’s office was closed and normally I would respect his privacy and not bother him, but this was important, I really needed to talk to him. So I pushed open the door and my eyes took in the sight of Vince locked in a kiss with the new receptionist. She was kneeling on his lap and her shirt was unbuttoned and he was groping her breasts as she rubbed herself against him, moaning. There was nothing more disgusting than watching your brother in a make-out session.
    I folded my arms. “Really, Vince.”
    His eyes shot up to me and he grinned. “Closed door means do not open, Vi.” He patted the thin, blond receptionist on the behind and she stood up, fumbling with her shirt. “By the way, this is Marisa.”
    With her back to me, still buttoning her shirt, she turned her head sideways. “Hi.”  She was very young, barely twenty. Should I be surprised? Of course I wasn’t. The young girls at my work treated my brothers like royalty. They were smitten with their charm, handsome looks, power, but mostly their money, and my brothers took full advantage of that.  
    “Hi,” I mumbled as I walked to the front of Vince’s desk, plopping down into the chair. After buttoning her shirt, Marisa fled towards the door.
    “I’ll see you at lunch,” Vince called out. She nodded and exited quickly.
    I leaned on his desk. “She can’t be more than twenty years old, Vince, what are you thinking?”
    “Vi, we’re just two adults having fun.” Two adults. That girl was barely out of high school!
    I leaned forward. “Do you like her?”
    He casually threw his hands in the air. “What’s not to like, she’s gorgeous. Did you see that body?” Ugh, my whore of a brother.
    “Is she smart? Does she read? Where is she from?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s a great kisser and has amazing hands.”
    “You know what you sound like right now?”
    He laughed. “A normal guy?”
    I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
    He clasped his hands together and leaned his elbows on his desk. “Okay, I know you aren’t here to discuss my love life, so what’s up?”
    I let out an exhausted breath. “I need your help. Daddy just came into my office and asked me if Chain and I could come to dinner tonight and I was hoping you could help me to convince Chain to come.”
    He stretched his hands behind his head, leaning against the back of the chair. “Why does he need convincing?”
    “Anytime our parents come around, Chain disappears, like he is avoiding them. The whole Phillip thing really ripped him apart; Phillip was his friend at one time, you know. I really want him to meet our parents, but I don’t want to pressure him into it.”
    Vince