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We’re going to be in each other’s face all night.”
    “Who were you on the phone with, Kendall?”
    The way he said her name awakened the damn firefly. She
pushed the odd feelings aside. “I called my friend. I needed to talk it out
with her and figure out what to do with my mom.”
    “I don’t want to waste any more time.”
    “Nice to know that my mother is a waste of time. I’m sure
your mother would love to hear the same thing.”
    “My mother’s dead.”
    Kendall slammed her molars together. Stupid, Ken . Of course his mother would have been at the will
reading if she were still alive. “I’m sorry.”
    “Happened a long time ago.”
    She frowned. “How long ago?”
    “And why is that your business?”
    “I’m sorry to pry.” She didn’t even know what to tell her
mother. And getting her mom off the phone when she was worried was nearly
impossible. With quick fingers she tapped out a message to her mother that she
was safe and that her flight had changed. “I’ll call my mother later. After we
figure out the will.”
    “We’re on West Coast time. It’s already well on its way to
seven your time.”
    “My mother’s settled in to watch television for the rest of
the night. I’ve got a few good hours.” Her phone buzzed in her hand. She looked
down and saw that her mom wasn’t worried and jammed her phone back into her
purse. “Let’s get this done.”
    “After you.”
    She shrugged out of her jacket and went back into the
conference room. A tray of coffee and fruit sat in the center, and the papers
were lined up.
    “I broke up the piles into a few different sections. This
bigger pile covers all his assets. I want to look through this part and see
what’s going on. Something feels hinky.”
    “Hinky?”
    Shane nodded. “Based on the debt we supposedly have, there’s
no way the house and the sale of the business could cover what we owe.
Something doesn’t add up.”
    “Who bought out the business?”
    “That, Kendall Proctor, is a very good question.”
    She sat down across from him. “I really wish we had access
to a lawyer who understood this and was willing to talk to us.”
    “I’ve never had to trust anyone but Jonas. And the fact that
everything monetarily is locked down because of the will, I don’t have access
to anything.”
    “I wish I could cover you, but if there’s any reason for
savings, now would be it.”
    “I have about four hundred dollars in my personal account.”
    Surprised, she smoothed her hands over the papers. “For a
rich boy, you’re certainly money poor.”
    “I’m not a rich boy, Kendall. I’m a working man just like
anyone else. And just like for most people, the economy has sucked the hell out
of my free cash.”
    She frowned. His gaze slid away at the end of the sentence.
He wasn’t telling her something. “We should be able to demand that Jonas give
us the details of the will.”
    “He’s following Larry’s directive. I honestly don’t know how
much we can demand without finding our own lawyer and having him or her read
the paperwork. And with the size of this tome?” He sighed. “That’s a grand or
so that I don’t have.”
    Kendall stood and reached for the carafe. “Looks like we’re
going to need a lot of this.”
    He grunted a response, and they both settled in to read.
Shakespeare was easier to read than the contract. Three hours later they had
six separate stacks of papers, and she knew way too much about the construction
business. Every blessed tractor, backhoe, truck, and trailer was explained in
detail. Her eyes were crossed at the staggering amount of machinery that
Justice Construction had. Hell, even the client list was part of the sale.
    She dragged her hair out of her face and pushed across the
sheet she was reviewing. “Can your client list actually be sold?”
    “What?”
    She twisted the paper so he could read it. “Right there. At
least I think the legal jargon means that.”
    He stood and leaned over the