I tried to force a grin at Ford as I slid onto a stool at The Catch, but it came out as more of a grimace. “I wish. More like the day from hell.” I’d spent the last couple of hours making sure all the paperwork was in place in case the Abbots did something stupid, like try to contest the will. I’d thought of calling Kenna, warning her what might be on the horizon, but she was already dealing with so much. I didn’t want to add more weight to her shoulders until I knew just what we were up against.

Ford glanced around the bar, making sure no one was paying special attention to our conversation. “Bell’s dad called her. He let her know there might be trouble for Kenna. Did Harriet really leave her The Gables?”

“Kenna didn’t tell Bell?” I figured Kenna’s first call when she walked out of my office would’ve been to Bell and Caelyn. Those girls were like her other limbs.

Ford grabbed a pint glass and began filling it with Guinness. “Nope. Bell tore out of here like the hounds of hell were on her heels, so I’m guessing they’re having a meeting of the minds now.”

That was good. Kenna needed all the support she could get right now. But I hated the idea of her hiding her pain and her fear from the people who loved her the most. Shoving that stuff down only led to bad things down the road.

Ford handed me the beer. “You want a meal, or are you gonna drink your dinner?”

I chuckled. “Thanks. I’d better put something in my stomach. How about the Reuben?”

“Coming right up.” Ford called over to Darlene, one of the waitresses, to put the order in. “So…” Ford met my gaze with an assessing one. “You think the Abbots are going to make trouble?”

I took a healthy swig of my drink. “After spending a total of thirty minutes with them, I’d say it’s likely.”

Ford muttered a curse. “It was always crazy to me that the three of them were related to Harriet. They always thought they were so much better than everyone else.”

“It’s that entitlement thing. They think the world owes them something.”

“Not just something. They think the world owes them everything.”

My beer turned sour in my gut. Ford was right. The Abbots weren’t going to settle for the millions of dollars Harriet had left to them. They wouldn’t rest until they had every last penny.

Ford began pouring two more beers. “Kenna know they’re gonna be gunning for her?”