The next morning, Beau stormed into Sam’s office before he’d even gone to his own, certain he’d find his brother in an almost comatose state since he wouldn’t have finished his coffee yet and choosing not to care.

Sam was half asleep. He gazed up from his laptop, his head resting on his fist. “What the hell do you want this early in the morning?” he asked before groggily picking up his mug and taking a sip of coffee.

“Let her go.” It was all he could say. He’d rehearsed a long ...