Prologue “Rummy,” George called as he laid his cards on the table and grinned at his brother. They were both competitive by nature and always trying to one up the other but it never caused hard feelings. “That’s the third game in a row. I think you’re cheating somehow,” Joseph said while he eyed his brother. “Don’t be a sore loser,” George replied, then stood and headed to the bar to poor each of them a drink. “What do you want?” “I’ll just have a sprite on the rocks. Damn Doc said nothing harder than carbonation for me until my blood pressure comes down,” Joseph mumbled. George poured Joseph a sprite and himself a nice glass of aged whiskey. He received a glare when he sat down, sipping it in front of Joseph. “Quit glaring, I’m not the one with the medical problems,” George said with a laugh. Joseph shrugged his shoulders and sat back. It was late and Katherine would be expecting him soon. “Make any headway with Bree, yet?” Joseph asked. “I don’t know what’s been going on with her lately. She’s restless. If only she’d settle down,” George trailed off. “You know Chad’s back home.” Joseph let his sentence sink in. “Mmm, definite possibilities there, that boy can’t be easily intimidated,” George replied as the wheels in his