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Cade looked at her blankly, and then he grinned “Don’t tell me you want to marry us off!”
“Having a woht be just what you need,” Kyra said mildly
Cade thought of the birthday gift he hadn’t had ti his pleasure in Dumai, and he chuckled
“Trust ot all the women I need”
“Yeah,” his sister said with a little smile as she turned to the sideboard, “I’ll just bet you do” She looked at the heaping platters of food, gave a delicate shudder and poured herself a cup of coffee “I guess somebody’d better tell Stella that she doesn’t have to turn out this kind of feed anymore”
“That’s your job,” Cade said “You’re in charge of Landon House from now on, remember?”
A funny look crept over Kyra’s face “I know,” she said slowly “I still can’t believe Dad left the place to me
“Who else would he have left it to?” Zach said, as he caives a damn for this pile of brick” He nodded to Cade, dropped a kiss on the top of Kyra’s head, then shot back the cuff of his Harris tweed sports jacket and frowned at his Rolex “I’ve got an eleven o’clock flight to Boston Isn’t Grant back fro yet?”
Cade put down his eainst the sideboard, his feet crossed at the ankles, hands tucked into the back pockets of his Levi’s
“You’re out of unifore that said you had to go around in pinstripes”
Zach’s frown becaedly handsome lines of his face
“Laugh all you like, pal Just relish version ofin your latest search for pie in the sky in—where’d you say you were going this time?”
“The North Sea,” Cade said, flashing an answering grin “And it’s not pie in the sky, buddy It’s at least as sure a bet as those investments you tout”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah And I suspect that if your fancy clients had any idea I could still pin you ar a sweat—”
“Still? What do you mean, still? You never beat me, not once”
“Prove it”
“With pleasure Just let me take off this jacket and—”
“Da on here? Are we kids or what?”
Cade, Zach and Kyra spun around as Grant entered the dining roolared at each of them, dropped a manila folder on the table and stalked to the sideboard
“Grant?” Kyra said “Are you OK?”
Grant nodded as he poured himself coffee “Fine”
Not true, thought Cade Grant’s chiseled features, always stern, today seeranite
He waited until Grant had taken his first sip of coffee, and then he cleared his throat
“So,” he said, “what did Bayliss want to talk about?”
“Trouble”
“What do you mean? What kind of trouble?”
Grant took the folder from the table “This kind,” he said He drew out two stacks of papers and handed one to each of his brothers Kyra waited a moment, and then she turned and walked to the
For a while, the only sound in the roo paper
Finally, Cade looked up, his brow furrowed
“What is this crap?” he said
“It’s just what it looks like Father bought a small oil company in Dallas—”
“You ainst the papers he held in his hand “And then he let it go from bad to worse It’s almost bankrupt”
Zach shook his head “What are you talking about? This report’s got nothing to do with oil It’s about a Hollywood production outfit na belly up”
“You’ve each got different reports, drawn up by Bayliss, but the bottoht both these coot lost in the shuffle”