Eden's POV
We all stand around the kitchen island, unmoving and unspeaking, staring at the flash drive Asher had placed beneath the flowerpot before he died.
It's evening now, which is nice because I feel like we do our best productive thought at this hour. We also have the most fun when everyone is asleep but it's not on our minds right now.
I'm thinking of the money coming my way, the millions I can't even comprehend, while the brothers are left contemplating the flash drive Asher left behind when he saved me from his father's wine cellar.
If they're anything like me, we're all thinking about how stupid we feel.
It's been here all this time...
"There have to be more Donahue family members," I breathe. "So that means they will come looking for it again, right? Or am I wrong?"
Dante leans forward, staring through the drive like it's a foreign object they haven't spent all this time obsessing over selling and retrieving and getting rid of.
Ryder hangs an arm over my sho
