“Meredith, don’t,” Carrie muttered through clenched teeth.
“I understand this is a shock,” Damon said, looking down his nose at the woman called Meredith. “But your father did try to clean up his finances before he passed. In all likelihood, the stress of that is what—”
Avery gripped the arms of the wingback chair as Meredith bolted up and stalked to the window. “I don’t give a rat’s ass about Niall’s stress or the fact that he kicked it.” When Carrie drew in a sharp breath, Meredith whirled on her. “Did you know? All these years of playing the town princess, did you know about me?” She jabbed a finger in Avery’s direction. “Or her?”
Carrie shook her head, a strand of silky hair falling against her cheek. “Of course not.”
“Why should anyone believe you?” Meredith demanded. “His dutiful daughter, staying by his side even when your mother finally got smart enough to cut and run.”
“I didn’t know,” Carrie insisted quietly, twin spots of angry color blooming on her cheeks.
The attorney shifted in his chair and leveled a disapproving glare at Meredith. “Histrionics won’t help anyone at this point.”
“I don’t want the house,” Meredith responded, crossing her arms over her chest. “Give me the beach property. It’s where I—”
“The terms of the will are clear,” Damon interrupted. “Meredith, you inherit the Reed family home. Avery, the gallery and other commercial space he owned downtown. The ranch belongs to Carrie now.”
Meredith narrowed her eyes. “Like hell it does.”
“Sit down,” Damon told the fiery brunette.
“You don’t tell me what to do.” Meredith’s voice cracked on the last word, and she swallowed hard. “I’m out of here. Niall didn’t care about me when he was alive. Why should I care about his wishes now that he’s gone?”
Before anyone could stop her, Meredith fled the room. The door to the office banged against the wall in her wake.
Damon looked toward Carrie, sympathy and compassion filling his tired gaze. “It’s worse than we thought. He owed a lot of money to a lot of people, Carrie.”
She gave a shaky nod. “I’ll deal with it,” she promised. “Give me some time.” She rose from her chair and turned to Avery. “I have an appointment right now but will be at the gallery after one. Come by and we’ll talk about...next steps.”
Then she left, as well. Avery wanted to follow but felt rooted in place. A man she didn’t know—her father—had left her his art gallery along with some overmortgaged real estate. She’d never even seen one of his paintings in person. She had two half sisters, who seemed to hate each other in equal measure to their ambivalence toward her. Just when she thought life couldn’t get worse, it did.
“We can talk in more detail about the assets and debts Niall left behind when you’ve had time to process everything,” the attorney said, the words a clear dismissal.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I thought I’d be here for a day at the most.”
He chuckled. “Niall didn’t make things easy—not when he was alive and not now. It will take a while to even begin to sort this out. Welcome to Magnolia.”
Copyright © 2020 by Michelle Major
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ISBN: 9781488069581
The Right Moment
Copyright © 2020 by Heatherly Bell
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