Chapter 4

We both knew Gary would never win unless I agreed to sell to him.

Before I could comment, Connor walked into my office and sat next to Ben. Ben, who’s two years younger than me, is the quintessential good old boy. Connor, two years younger than Ben, is an old maid. Okay, not precisely an old maid, but a picky, long-suffering perfectionist, whose idea of the world and the people in it is shattered over and over again. Me? I’m the glue who keeps us together. I’ve been the head of the family since our dad decided what he could find in a bottle was better than what he had in his sons or his business. What he found was liver failure. I was in high school when I took over the company full-time.