Every muscle in Leanne’s body tensed, and Trev set a hand on her shoulder, silently telling her to chill. She breathed in and out a few times then said, “Actually, I received a letter via certified mail on official letterhead.”

“What did it say?” Trev asked, mostly because he knew Junie would if he didn’t, and it would irritate Leanne if her mom pushed on this topic.

“I’m not sure. I haven’t even looked at it.”

The conversation hit a lull as they left the elevator and went into the condo. As the door closed behind them, Junie said, “The reason I was asking was because I got one too.”

That surprised Leanne enough that she dropped her purse. “You did?”

“I guess he felt bad and changed his will. When the will leaves probate, I’ll have enough to buy my own place, not that I plan to. I like Blair, and I don’t want to live alone anyway.”

Trev stifled a wave of amazement that Junie knew the word “probate,” but he kept quiet. If Leanne was willing to extend an olive branch, he wouldn’t get in the way. But he would keep an eye on the woman to make sure she didn’t cause Leanne any more problems.

“Do you think they’ll contest?” Leanne asked, likely referring to Dennis Seaton’s other family members.

Junie blinked, pausing in the process of unwrapping herself from all those scarves. “Why would they? It’s what he wanted.”

“People get weird about money,” Trev said. “Now, let me see what I’m working with.”

He left the two women talking in the living room as he headed to the kitchen to check the ingredients. Nothing had been resolved, exactly; they still needed to talk. But he didn’t feel unappreciated or impotently furious anymore.

She wants me here at least. Maybe that’s enough.

Chapter 27

“Open the letter,” Junie urged.

Leanne didn’t argue with her mother; she merely sliced the envelope with a letter opener and pulled out the document. The whole division of property was provided, and since she was named, she apparently got to see all of it. But when she got to the section pertaining to her bequest, she dropped the will in shock. I guess the old bastard really was sorry. He had been generous with Junie, a few friends had done well also, and the rest of his estate was split four ways between Leanne, Brian, Ruth, and Paul.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.