enough,â Charles said. He glanced at their sister who sat between them and added, âI think he more than answered your out-of-nowhere question.â
âHe did indeed.â Tess raised her glass in a toast. âTo the Harrison legacy of shitty marriages: may it now be over.â Her brothers both clinked their glasses to hers before they all drank.
âSo Tess . . .â Dane eyed her, choosing his words carefully. âItâs been two years since that broken engagement. What about you? Have you recovered from that disaster enough to consider ever getting married?â
âTouché, my dear.â Her usually warm voice turned cold and her face tightened. âBut no. I donât think Iâll be getting married, for most of the same reasons as you. Except for all the women, of course. I live a monkâs life compared to you.â
Charles let out a guffaw. âWe all do, are you kidding?â
âShut up,â Dane said. âIâm not that bad.â
Both siblings started laughing.
âShut up!â Dane said, half amused, half annoyed.
Charles laughed even harder and dabbed at the corner of his eye. Dane glanced over at his brother. Charles rarely laughed like that anymore. He was so stressed all the time, his mind filled with all the things that went along with being the COO of a multimillion-dollar conglomerate and the heir to a family dynasty. Charles never had fun unless Dane was around. If Dane had to be the butt of a joke to get Charles to laugh like that once in a while, he had no problem with that.
After finally composing himself, Charles let out a deep, cleansing exhale and asked, âCan we talk about something else now?â
âWhenâs the last time either of you spoke to Mom?â Dane asked.
âLast week,â Tess said. âI called her to say Happy Motherâs Day. We spoke for about ten minutes. You?â
âSame,â Dane said.
âThatâs three for three, then,â Charles said. âWeâre all wonderful children.â
âI got an e-mail from her today,â Dane went on. âIâd invited her to the hotel opening. She wanted to let me know she wonât be able to make it.â
âWhat a shock,â Charles remarked dryly, and finished the last of his wine.
Dane smirked. âYeah. She and Rick will be on a cruise of the Greek islands for the last two weeks of Juneâ so sorry, darling. â
Tess sighed. âShe has her own life.â
âShe does indeed,â Dane said. Heâd given up hoping his mother would come around years ago. Laura Dunham Harrison Evans Bainsley was all about one thing: Laura.
âSpeaking of living their own life and ignoring the rest of the family,â Charles quipped, âanyone hear from Pierce recently?â
Dane laughed at the mention of their estranged youngest brother. âNice segue, Chuckles.â
âI hate when you call me that,â Charles said with a good-humored scowl.
âI know you do,â Dane said. âThatâs the bonus.â
âI text with him regularly,â Tess said, referring to Pierce. âYou guys could too, if you wanted to.â
âHe and I have very little to say to each other,â Charles said flatly.
Tess frowned at him. âThere are four of us. You should try to reach out more than you do.â
âStop,â Charles said. âPierce is a grown man now. Heâs capable of checking in too, Tess. He doesnât contact us because he doesnât want to. The only one in the family he gives a shit about is you. This isnât news.â
Dane reached for the bottle of wine and refilled his glass. âEither of you want more?â
âNo more for me, thanks,â Tess said. âYou know one glass is my limit.â
âTop me off, old boy,â Charles said, imitating their fatherâs voice precisely, bringing smirks from Dane and Tess.
Dane filled