Ethan took two quick steps toward the driver’s door, his tailored shirt cuffs pulled snug around his wrists.

“You bring her right back into this house, Richard,” Ethan said, his voice sliding into the smooth, rehearsed tone he used in board meetings.

“We’re handling a private family matter here, and taking her off the property creates an unacceptable liability.”

Richard didn’t look at him.

He pulled the heavy truck door closed and pushed the lock down with his thumb.

Through the closed window, Ethan leaned in close with his hands on the window frame.