"Any news about Captain Asshole?" Fiona tossed pizza crust on her plate and leaned back in her seat at the dining room table.

Tristan grunted. "He left the hotel room late last night, but no one's seen him come back. It's possible he slipped past my watchdog. I might have his room searched despite the Do Not Disturb sign. We'll see."

Brady rolled his head to stretch his neck, exhausted from the workout routine. He jogged two miles three times a week, but he wasn't ...