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him.” I wipe nonexistent sweat off my forehead as Moffy clanks his club against mine.
    Connor grins, and Ryke cups his hands to his mouth, calling out, “Get him, Moffy!”
    What a goddamn brother.
    I love that guy.
    Not long after, Moffy pokes me in the chest with his plastic club, and I fall off my knees to my back.
    “He got me,” I pant. “He got me.”
    Moffy jumps on my stomach, and I actually wince for real. He shouts, “Jedi Knights always win!”
    I prop myself on my elbows and give him a look. “How’d you get so smart?”
    “Mommy,” he says proudly.
    I laugh once into a smile, choked up for a second. Just overwhelmed by my love for Lily, and she’s not even here.
    I hold out my fist, and Moffy bumps my knuckles with his. Then I pick him up as I stand and toss him over my shoulder. Moffy giggles, and I slide him down so he’s perched on my waist. Just as I carry my son to my brother, my phone rings.
    I set Moffy on his feet and check my phone, stepping back. I let my cell ring to voicemail.
    Ryke shakes tees out of a bag. “Want to help me put a fucking ball on the tee, little guy?”
    Moffy jumps towards him and nods wildly. When Ryke crouches, he favors his right knee. A shadow of a grimace quickly passes through his hard features. He can walk without crutches, without a limp even, but sometimes pain flares in his eyes.
    I don’t even know the amount that stayed with him after his rock climbing accident last year. I just know that I’m selfishly glad to have my brother back—the one who wakes early every single day to run. The one who kicks his own ass as hard as he kicks mine.
    The world would be a worse fucking place without that guy.
    I return to my phone to check the missed caller and a new text message. Irritated lines crease my forehead. Jesus Christ.
    Connor approaches me. “Work?”
    “You mean the inner circle of hell? Yeah, that one.” Daniel Perth, one of the Hale Co. board members, just texted: had a meeting with advertisers for the new organic baby shampoo. Went well. I’ll send you notes.
    He’s not even a part of the management team. It’s not his job or any of the goddamn board’s to take this kind of meeting.
    Connor casually fixes his already perfect wavy brown hair. “Is it the people or the actual job?” If he’s worried about me and the stress of corporate life, he doesn’t show it.
    “It’s always the people.” I shake my head to myself.
    Halway Comics is full of creative types. I work with artists and writers to fulfill their dreams of seeing their comics in print. But at Hale Co., everyone is climbing on top of each other to reach some imaginary trophy.
    “I’m not against playing dirty, but the shit that the board pulls on me is petty. Like ‘oh you missed that important, significant meeting? Wasn’t Clarissa supposed to tell you about it?’ as if the goddamn PR intern is supposed to keep me in the loop.”
    I stop myself from kicking up a chunk of the green. Chances are, Moffy will copy me.
    I get what’s going on at Hale Co. When my father stepped down as CEO, the board members saw me, the replacement, as a symbolic figurehead.
    They didn’t think I’d actually make critical decisions. They didn’t think I’d actually do much of anything. Initially, they wanted to use my relationship with Rose—only to put her name on a baby clothing line. Then they wanted me to just stand there, to look pretty and say I’m Loren Hale. Smile. Click flash of a camera.
    The minute I chose this path, I promised myself to be better than that, but I had no idea how hard they’d make it. And how much I have to remind myself not to give the fuck up—because it’d be so easy to just let them run things for me.
    Sometimes I have sway, but not for things that impact the company. I’m just one voice, and they don’t treat me like the voice that’s running the brand.
    “The board will let you in,” Connor assures me, “it’ll just take time.”
    “Like it took