I snorted. “I think it’s sad that you get more manicures than Bria and me combined.”

“Hey, now. Don’t diss the manscaping. Women like a well-groomed man.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, when I see a well-groomed man, I’ll let you know.”

Finn bumped his shoulder into mine, and I bumped him right back. “You know there’s no place I’d rather be tonight than here with you, right?” he said, his voice lighter than it had been in days.

I arched an eyebrow. “Really? You want to be cold, dirty, and sweaty? Why is that?”

“Oh, come on,” he said. “Skulking around a cemetery on a cold winter’s night? Digging up graves and secrets? Hot on the trail of some secret society that your mother may or may not have been involved in? Honestly, what could be better than this?”

He grinned at me again and started filling in the grave. I watched him for a few seconds, and then my gaze drifted down the hill to where Fletcher was buried. Finn and the old man had had their issues, but Fletcher had loved Finn, and that love had been returned. Maybe now more so than ever before.

Finn was right. There was no place I’d rather be either.

I smiled and started working side by side with my brother.