"Oh, I already knew," Billy said, rolling his eyes. The day they'd met, Goodnight had been too impeccably dress to be anything but a rich man's son. "It's why I gave up giving you the larger share of the winnings."

He took a step down the stairs, now that they would not be touching each other for who knew how long. He breathed out slowly, a practiced, calming exhalation.

"Not in the slightest," he said honestly. "But I think your mother might drag us in by the ears if we don't come in soon."