I try to catch Donovan’s gaze across the conference table that feels more like an ocean. Instead, Cameron looks at me, his dark eyes narrowing so his eyebrows furrow into harsh even lines between his eyes.

Both brothers look more like overworked interns than executives. Donovan’s usually impeccable suit is rumpled at the sleeves and torso, like he’s been slumped over, and Cameron’s silk tie has a dark brown stain on it. They also smell like sweat, which means they’re ...