“That I never once saw any bank records in her office.”

Toby made a noise in the back seat, and Brooke turned around, and her whole face softened.

“May I?”

She unbuckled him and held him to her shoulder, and he wrapped his fist around her finger and wouldn’t let go.

“He’s got his father’s eyebrows,” she said.

“That’s too bad for him.”

“Brooke, please.”

“Okay.” She drew a breath.