He handed her the paper, which she put in her briefcase. She gave him one of her business cards. “Just in case you have any questions I can answer or something comes up.” She took one last sip of coffee and rose from the table. "And you might want to read your mail between now and then. Just in case."
He nodded, attaching his grin minus the warmth. "I will."
She headed for the door.
"What about you?" he said.
She turned.
"You headed back to Glendonburg now?"
"Yes." She took another step toward the door.
"Ms. Michaels," he stopped her.
Thank heavens, he did remember her name. "Jenn. If you're Ian, I'm Jenn."
He nodded and then ditched the smile. "When's the funeral?"
She let out a sigh. "I tried to send the letter in time. So you could be there if you wanted," she apologized. "It was last week."
"Oh." He didn't seem to have anything to say until she turned to leave again. "How'd he die? Was it expected?"
She moved toward him and laid her hand on his arm.
"I don't know what to think," he said semi-gruffly. "If he's my father--and I do want the DNA test, by the way--I need to know, whether it makes any difference or not.” He looked like a lost and confused little boy. “Why now?” he asked, “after he’s dead?”
"I think he cared a whole lot about his ranch. That is what he wants you and your brothers to care about and take care of."
She was at the open door when she looked back at him again, assuring herself he would be all right when he had a chance to get used to everything she'd just told him.
"You didn't say how he died," he said.
"Oh. Sorry."
He waved away her apology.
"You know the plane crash a couple of weeks ago in Kansas City?" she said. "He was on that flight."
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