“And that’s it?” Daddy asked.

“That’s it until tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Daddy said. “I guess we’ll hear tomorrow. Now, not a word of this to the others.”

The group disbanded, and I knew the secret wouldn’t last a day with this family.

“Big development?” I asked Adam after we were alone again.

“No telling. She might not even call back.”

I freshened my champagne glass.

The doorbell rang.

Serena followed me to the front. “That better be the big lug.”

Adam wasn’t far behind.

When I opened the door, it was Dennis, finally—with a green-eyed beauty in tow.

“Jennifer, you’ve met Serena, and this is my youngest sister, Kelly,” he said.

Serena and I each hugged Jennifer briefly.

Adam moved forward to offer his hand. “Adam Cartwright.”

She took it with a gracious smile.

I felt Adam brace himself as the two adversaries appraised each other.

Dennis made the first move and produced a bottle from behind his back. He offered it to Adam. “A peace offering.”

Adam accepted it, and the two shook. “Welcome to our home.”

Dennis had visited me before, and he lifted a brow at Adam’s calling thisourhouse now. “Glad you invited us.”

Adam examined the bottle. “Macallan 1926?” A hint of a smile crept across his face. Adam did enjoy his scotch.

“Dennis thought you’d like it,” Jennifer interjected.

I urged them to move from the entryway to the living room.

Serena grabbed Jennifer. “Let me introduce you to Vincent and his wife. They’re down from Boston.” After they left, it was just me and the two silent bulls eyeing one another.

“I have something to say,” Dennis started.

Adam crossed his arms over his chest.

“I wanted to…” The words seemed to catch in his throat. “Apologize.”

Adam’s only reaction was to shift his weight.

“Celeste told me it was you who’d forced yourself on her, and she didn’t admit it was actually Alex until after our fight.”

Adam scoffed. “You mean ambush, you asshole. You didn’t have the guts to take me on man to man.”

I reached an arm over to Adam. “He’s trying to apologize.”