“Have you ever heard of Stuart Hunter, Earl of Falmouth?”
Jace raised a brow at the name and before he could respond, Caden piped in and said, “If Jace hasn’t, I have. He’s a well-known English investor. Filthy rich. Invests in a lot of Hollywood movies as well as space travel.” Caden stared at his brother. “Why?”
“I met him while in England at a party. We hit it off. He became my mentor. He’s also Victoria’s father.”
When neither Jace nor Caden said anything, Dalton added, “So with Stuart’s help, I made a lot of nice financial moves that paid off. And for the record, Victoria and I are nothing more than friends with benefits.”
“How did Granddad know? About you being successful—not about Victoria and you being friends with benefits,” Caden clarified.
“Wouldn’t surprise me if the old man didn’t know that, as well. And I don’t know how he knew. He must have kept up with what I was doing,” Dalton said, staring down into his coffee as if analyzing the dark liquid. Had he been spied on when he hadn’t known it? And the sad thing was that he couldn’t be mad at his grandfather because that meant he cared. He then glanced up at his brothers. “How do the two of you feel about making those promises?”
Jace shrugged. “We made them, so there’s nothing we can do about it. We gave him our word on his deathbed.”
Dalton took another sip of coffee. “That might be true, but I don’t know a damn thing about running Granger Aeronautics.”
Caden rolled his eyes, knowing Dalton was about to start whining. “You worked there during the summers like the rest of us. Your mind should have been focused on the job instead of on every woman with big boobs who passed you in the hallway.”
Dalton smiled. “Okay, I admit I wasn’t focused.”
“At least not on work,” Jace said, brushing a fallen leaf off his shirt.
Dalton smiled and glanced over at Caden. “I saw Shiloh yesterday at the services. I checked her out for a good five minutes before figuring out who she was. Boy, she looked good. Who would have thought she would have filled out like that?”
Caden frowned over at his brother. “If you got something to say, then say it.”
Dalton chuckled. “I just did. And since I got a rise out of your ass, I guess that means you liked what you saw, as well. She was always your—”
“Best friend and nothing more,” Caden cut in, glaring at Dalton. “And that was ages ago.”
“And she defected like everybody else when the going got rough,” Dalton said, his voice tinged with anger and bitterness. “I want to know why half the people who came to the services yesterday were there. They acted as if the Grangers had HIV when Dad was sent to prison. You don’t know how close I came to telling a few of them yesterday to kiss my ass with their condolences. And it really pissed me off when a few approached me with that lie about how good it was to see me again.”
Jace didn’t say anything as he leaned back on his elbows. He momentarily tuned out Dalton’s angry ramblings and fixed his gaze on Caden, who’d seemed to tune Dalton out, as well. Instead, Caden was standing with his back to a post, sipping his coffee and looking as if his thoughts were a million miles away. He wondered what was on his brother’s mind. Had Dalton hit a nerve by bringing up Shiloh?
“Joe Crowder is supposed to be here at eleven,” Dalton said, reclaiming Jace’s attention.
Joe was the family attorney. Their grandfather’s will was to be read today. Vidal Duncan, the company attorney, was scheduled to meet with them, as well, after the reading. As expected, Titus Freeman had attended the funeral services. If he was aware of the promise the brothers had made to their grandfather, he hadn’t let on. Just as well, since Jace had no idea how the man felt about being ousted from such a high-level position.
Dalton stood to stretch his legs and, as if pulled by a magnet, his gaze moved across the pastures in the direction of the home where he had lived as a child. “Has anyone gone back there since the day we left?” he asked.
Jace and Caden followed his gaze. It was Caden who answered first. “I haven’t. Haven’t wanted to.”
“Neither have I,” Jace said, finishing off the last of his coffee.
Dalton nodded, tucking his hands into