Wyatt coughed into his fist, hiding a laugh.
Rhett turned toward him. “Something funny?”
“Nope, I'm just appreciating Cole's ability to make every crisis sound like a locker-room conversation. It's a gift, really.”
“Wyatt, shut the f**k up,” Cole muttered without looking away from his screen.
Wyatt raised both hands and leaned back in his chair.
“Fine…. I'll return to my very important work of keeping this family from getting hacked, robbed, or accidentally sending millions of dollars to a Nigerian prince.”
“That's not even how those scams work,” Cole said.
“I'm trying to lighten the mood, asshole.”
“Try harder.”
Rhett didn't laugh. He sank onto the edge of the sofa and dropped his elbows onto his knees, staring at the floor. For a few seconds, the room was filled with the clickin
