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his cousin. Aiden took the bet, certain his brother was exaggerating.
    When the brothers walked into the lobby of the building where Lester had offices, they were all but ambushed by the local news. A reporter, microphone in hand, and a cameraman a few feet behind chased Aiden to the elevators.
    The reporter was a young woman named Kalie. “Is it true?” she asked, stretching her arm so that the microphone was close to Aiden’s face.
    “Is what true?” he asked.
    “You’re Aiden Hamilton Madison, aren’t you? And standing next to you is Spencer Madison.”
    Aiden smiled. “Yes, that’s true.”
    She was very nervous. The microphone was shaking. “No, I mean is it true that the Hamilton Hotel is coming here? That you’re going to build on Rock Point?”
    “That’s the plan.”
    Smiling, she said, “Oh, that’s wonderful news. When will you start building? Do you have a target date?”
    “No date yet. We’ve agreed to terms and we’re here to get the papers signed. Spencer has the timetable. You should talk to him.” He glanced to his left, where his brother had been standing.
    “He already went up in the elevator,” Kalie explained.
    Aiden laughed. Spencer hated doing interviews almost as much as Aiden did. He would have taken off if he’d had the chance and left Spencer to field questions, but he wasn’t fast enough this time.
    “Now, if you’ll excuse me . . .”
    “Just one more question, please. How did you find out about Rock Point? This is such a remote area,” she explained.
    “Mayor Green,” he answered. “She waged a relentless campaign to get Spencer to come look.”
    Kalie thanked him, motioned to the cameraman to stop filming, and then followed Aiden to the elevator. “Will you be staying in town tonight?” she asked.
    His answer was abrupt. “No.”
    “I could take you out for a drink . . .” Her voice was wistful.
    He smiled to soften the rejection, then said, “No, thank you.” The elevator doors closed before she could ask another question.
    The meeting was set for four o’clock. They were fifteen minutes early—Aiden couldn’t abide being late for anything—but apparently the Chamberses had a more relaxed notion of meeting schedules.
    Spencer grinned when he saw his brother. “What took you so long?”
    The question didn’t merit an answer. Aiden went to the two-story window and looked out at the landscape. It wasn’t a pretty day. The sky was gray, but darker clouds were moving in, and from the way the trees were swaying, he knew the wind was up.
    The receptionist, a thirty-year-old single woman, couldn’t stop staring at the brothers. They were handsome men, both tall and muscular through the shoulders, impressively lean and fit, with dark hair and patrician features. They wore business suits, designer label, she surmised. Aiden in his dark suit with pale blue shirt and striped tie, and Spencer in a pinstriped suit with a crisp white shirt and red tie. Oh my, were they sexy. She heard herself sigh and was mortified. But they were just so . . . fine.
    “Is something wrong?” Spencer asked when she continued to stare at them.
    “No, no,” she stammered. “I was just noticing what nice suits you’re wearing, and I was thinking that both of you look like you belong on Wall Street.”
    Spencer smiled. “These days that isn’t a compliment.”
    She laughed. “I guess it isn’t. I’m sorry you’re having to wait. Mr. Chambers should be out any minute now. I’ve buzzed him three times already.”
    At twenty minutes after four the double doors suddenly flew open, and Lester came rushing out to greet them. Aiden supposed he was trying to give the impression that he was a very busy man. He waved his hands while he apologized for keeping them waiting, explaining that he was on an urgent call.
    “Very urgent,” he reiterated as he shook their hands. He ushered them into his office and closed the door. “You boys are getting quite a bargain. I feel like