You here?” Russ called out.“Yeah. I’m in the back. Hold on.” Colt emerged from the kitchen area of the store. “Glad you could stop by.”“No problem. I got done with my meeting early, and the restaurant is just down the block from here so we can walk.” Russ glanced around. Up to the ceiling. Down to the floor. Colt stood behind the built-in counter and watched his brother. Russ had an eye for detail that rivaled anyone Colt knew, including himself. He also had an incurable curiosity. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “What is this place?”“This,” Colt replied with a sweeping gesture of his arm, “is the first Corners Cookies store.”Russ turned toward Colt. “You were serious?”“Of course I was serious. When have you ever known me not to be serious when it comes to my business?”“But here in Savannah? Why not Houston?” The questions were logical, but before Colt could answer them, Russ pinned him with a stare. “This wouldn’t by any chance have anything do with Christina, now would it?”Colt didn’t flinch.
