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Future program. Awesome.”
“Congratulations, Jack,” Finn said. He knew how important an award like this could be for the foundation. But he couldn’t help feeling a spurt of impatience. His brothers valued the public accolades far more than he did. And okay, maybe there was a tiny twinge of envy, too. Everyone seemed to be recognized for their good deeds except for Finn. It would be nice if his hard work were acknowledged just once. But hell, there were more important things than awards…like family and friends.
Speak of the devil. He looked up as Mark walked into the dining room dressed in jeans and button-down shirt. It was one of only a few times since their early twenties that Finn had seen him not wearing a suit. “Sorry I’m late. I got stuck waiting for the train.”
Mark peeked around Jack and smiled, “Hello, Gloria.”
She returned his greeting with a tiny wave of her fingers.
Like Neil, Mark was a businessman to the core. But unlike Neil, Mark was truly corporate. He worked for an advertising agency in Vancouver, specializing in fashion.
Jack acknowledged Mark with a shake of his head. “What are you doing here?”
“Cole sent me a text. He said he needed my advertising expertise.” Mark rocked back on his heels and his eyes darted from one person to another. “Where is he? I don’t have much time. We’re dropping Ali off at school this afternoon.”
“That boy is getting way ahead of himself.” Neil gripped the back of the chair he was still straddling. “He’s already thinking about advertising.”
“Did I miss something?” Mark asked hesitantly.
Jack fiddled with the paper evidence that Cole had just visited Crazy Town. “Just Cole flying off the rails.”
Mark blew out a long breath. “Haven’t seen one of those in a while.”
Jack shook his head. “It wasn’t pretty.”
Finn’s stomach growled. The loud sort of growl that caused Neil to look over and snicker. “Since we’re here, why don’t we have a celebratory breakfast?” He smiled at Jack.
“But Cole left.” Jack eyed the exit to the back door.
Cole clearly wasn’t coming back. Not anytime soon. And since it was still midmorning, they wouldn’t be in the way of Cole’s staff. “Bistro has a kitchen full of food and I’m starving,” Finn said.
Neil grinned. “What else is new?”
“Besides, I think we should ditch the drama and talk instead about organizing a bachelor party for this fool.” He poked a finger at Jack.
Gloria rose. “You boys have fun. I have a few errands to run.”
Once Gloria had left, the four men assembled in the kitchen and Finn barked out orders. “Neil, you’re in charge of bacon. Jack, hash browns. I’ll make the eggs.”
“What should I do?” Mark asked.
He looked over at Neil and Jack, who both averted their heads to hide their fits of laughter. Mark, just like his sister, was a disaster in the kitchen.
“How about you go find some fruit?”
Mark’s face lit up and he jogged to the walk-in fridge.
“No running in the kitchen,” Neil called sternly.
Mark stopped abruptly and turned with a frown. The brothers all laughed.
“You guys are assholes.” Shaking his head, Mark disappeared into the fridge.
Neil placed an entire pound of bacon on the flat-top grill. “So Ali’s off to school today?”
“We leave in a couple of hours,” Mark called back. “The kid’s all packed. Hell, she’s been packed since June.”
“Remember when we dropped you off at college, Neil?” Jack said. The stainless steel knife he held sliced through a baked potato, cutting it into small cubes. “You had six girls’ phone numbers written down before Mom even made your bed.”
“It was eight.” Neil smiled, glancing up at the ceiling remembering the good old days. “And I got three more before she left to drive home.”
Mark reemerged with an armful of fruit. “Maybe I should start street racing like you. Get me some more chicks.”
Jack laughed while he slid a