"We did it," Jared said in an awed whisper, tossing a hard copy of a contract onto the coffee table that morning with a grunt that tried to sound casual and failed completely. 

The past few weeks had brought a slow, rolling change that everyone in the house could feel and it had all started with the first article that talked about Beck’s presence with the Oakleys at their fundraiser gala.

Beck just stared at the document like it was a hallucination. “Holy shit,” he whispered. ...