here.” “Good morning to you too, Mister Obvious. Of course I’m here. You told me to come. So I grabbed the corporate jet and here I am. Does this joint have room service? Because I’m starved.” Shane strolled past Travis and tossed his duffle on the couch. His cousin was six years younger than Travis’s forty-two but no one would ever miss the family resemblance. Shane had the same green eyes and dark hair although he wore his slightly longer. “It’s a five star resort so I would assume they have room service. Let me go see if Aubrey is awake and we can order some breakfast.” Travis didn’t get far; the woman in question shuffling out of the bedroom wrapped in a hotel robe and yawning widely. Her hair was mussed and her eyes were sleepy. She was gorgeous. He’d never seen a woman look that good fresh out of bed, and his chest tightened with lust and some other emotion he didn’t bother to name. “Hungry, baby?” He held out his arms and was gratified when she came into them willingly and without hesitation. He’d been actively working on that since they’d started dating, letting her know that his embrace was a safe place to be. “A little. Mostly I have a nasty headache.” Aubrey rubbed her temples but gave Shane a big hug and a smile. “Did you have a good flight? Did you get any sleep on the plane? We should order breakfast—you must be hungry.” Travis chuckled as Aubrey went into caretaker mode. She always did this with him or any of his family, and of course Shane was eating up all the attention with a spoon. “The flight was fine and I did get some sleep. As for breakfast, I was just telling this ugly asshole that room service sounded pretty damn good. Omelets and hash browns for everybody.” “And bacon,” Aubrey added perusing the menu. “Should I just order a little of everything and we can share?” “Order a lot of everything,” Shane corrected, “and we’ll share. I could eat a buffalo and still have room for dessert. Plus coffee. Lots of it. We have some work to do this morning.” That snagged Travis’s attention. “Did Jason find anything?” “He sent a text a few minutes ago that he’s emailing you some information. He sounded tired. I think he and Jared have been up since you called him last night.” Travis wasn’t going to feel guilty about that. Anything they could dig up that would take suspicion away from Aubrey was well worth the loss of sleep. He fired up his laptop and opened the email from Jason, perusing the attachments. His brother and colleagues had done a fine job for such short notice. “Are you going to keep us in suspense?” Shane asked, trying to peer over Travis’s shoulder. “Tell us what they found.” “I knew Bruce was an asshole but I had no idea about this. It’s a powerful motivator for murder.” Aubrey was over his shoulder now as well. “What’s the motive?” Travis leaned back and gave her a smile. “Money, baby. Money.” They had a lead that didn’t point in Aubrey’s direction. Things were looking up this morning. * * * Shane shoved another forkful of hash browns into his mouth as the three of them sat around the dining table and ate breakfast. Aubrey had quickly showered and changed into a casual sundress and sandals before the food arrived. “So Bruce had a gambling problem? Who all did he owe money to?” “Bookies, friends, and probably his wife and Martin. That wasn’t his only vice. He liked fast women and booze as well. Your basic trifecta of sin,” Travis answered with a shake of his head. It appeared to Aubrey that Bruce Livingston hadn’t changed much since high school. Shane refilled his coffee and then Aubrey’s as well. “Think he stole from Martin’s firm? A guy like that wouldn’t think twice about crossing a few lines of legality.” “He might have,” Travis admitted. “Although Martin didn’t say anything about money being missing. He only talked