Cooper
After spending one last weekend on the sunny Florida coast, I’d arrived back in Boston last night and spent a restful night in my old bed. Even though I really hadn’t been ready to come home yet, it seemed that at least so far, it was going okay. I was surprised to discover that I’d missed the smallest things—like my espresso machine and my steam shower and my cleaning lady. My penthouse has been kept immaculate, and for that I was grateful.
Strolling into the office on Monday morning, I waved a greeting at the receptionist and found my brothers standing inside the open area as if they were waiting for my arrival.
Quinn, my oldest brother, pulled me into a hug, clapping me loudly on the back. “He lives and breathes.”
I shoved him away playfully. “I’m here.”
“You’re f*****g tann
