area, and if Kyle started mixing cocktails . . . forget it.
âSmart girl. Note to self for next time.â She inclined her head toward Liam, whoâd gone to talk with his dad and Kyle. âWhatâs the story with McHottiepants over there?â
Aubrey shrugged. âHe lives in Denver. Owns his own company. Heâs a millionaire in his own right, even without his trust fund.â Every one of the Archer kidsâexcept Derekâhad inherited a trust fund at the age of twenty-five. The funds didnât quite make each of them millionaires, but it was pretty close. Several of them had probably closed the gap, and she knew Liam definitely had.
Crystalâs eyebrows shot up. âInteresting. Although, I donât much care about the money.â
No, Aubrey didnât imagine she would. As Alainaâs assistant, she was likely a millionaire, too. Meanwhile, Aubrey was a modest attorney in a small townâa country lawyer, really, like her uncle who owned the firm at which she worked.
âI wouldnât be interested in him for any other reason, either, if I were you,â Aubrey said. âHeâs a total player. I think his longest relationship was six months, and there are differing reports as to whether it was monogamous.â
Crystal nodded. âGotcha.â She sighed. âToo bad. Damn, my radar must be broken. I can usually spot one of those a mile away. You learn that really fast in LA.â
âIâm sure.â
Kyle whistled to get everyoneâs attention. âGood morning! We thought weâd start with the brunch. Itâs being laid out in the dining room. Be sure to pick up a mimosa or a Bloody Mary at the bar in the kitchen. Little hair of the dog will do you all some good.â He winked at the room at large.
People began to file toward the dining room. Aubrey cut into the kitchenâshe loved Kyleâs mimosas. When she turned from the bar, drink in hand, Liam stepped toward her.
âMorning,â he said, flashing her a quick glance.
Thatâs it? After last nightâs hard sell, he wasnât going to try again? They were alone in the kitchen, and heâd never missed an opportunity to flirt or touch or somehow flip her switch. Hell, just being in the same room with him was usually enough to get her going.
âDid you really take no for an answer finally?â She hadnât meant to say it, but the words had tumbled from her mouth before she could stop them.
His head snapped up, and his steel blue eyes were cool. âIsnât that what you want?â
âWell, yes, but that didnât stop you from pursuing me last night.â
He cracked a smile. It was small and brief but completely disarming. Damn, she hated being vulnerable to his stupid charm. âIâm trying to be a stand-up guy. Besides, you were rightâweâve run our course. Iâve never been one to hang around too long.â
Wasnât that the truth? âSpeaking of which, when are you headed back home?â
âTomorrow probably.â His brow furrowed briefly, and this time she bit her tongue before asking what was wrong. His business wasnât hers. âI donât know yet. You going in for breakfast? Iâm starved.â
âYeah.â
He gestured for her to precede him. She half expected him to touch the small of her back as she walked by, but he didnât. Disappointment surged in her chest, and she immediately chastised herself. This is what she wanted. This is what sheâd demanded.
Nevertheless, that didnât make letting Liam go any easier. Damn, she was beginning to hate this family and the way they made her feel. Or at least the way two of them had made her feel. The two who looked identical and who sheâd thought were worlds apart. Turned out they were each as manipulative and soul-crushing as the other.
After filling her plate at the buffet in the dining room, she ate breakfast with Tori