“Speaking of little brothers,” I say, and all eyes land on me. “Heard from Grady last night. Two in the damn morning.” Dakota snaps off the oven. “He okay?” “He’s sending someone to the ranch.” I shrug carelessly. “Some big-shot country singer. Wants her to stay in a chalet.” Both Davis and Charlie look unhappy. We all know what that means. More work. Ridiculous demands. For a second, I’m half tempted to tell my twin it’s his problem, but the dark circles under his eyes tell me Duke’s kept him up again. I don’t have the heart to be an asshole. “I’ll handle it,” I say. “Whatever it is.”
