“I’m Lacey Ward, your father’s estate attorney.”

“Lacey, huh?”

“Yes.”

Charlie sat down at the opposite end of the table to take notes. She glanced at me with an “I’m sorry” look.

Rock chuckled and took the seat next to Reid. “Did your mother name you after the lingerie she was wearing the night you were conceived?”

Reid nudged him. “Jesus Christ, Rock.”

My cheeks warmed. This was Derek Wolfe’s son all right, clear down to the douchebag gene. Stay professional, Lace.

“My name isn’t up for discussion right now. Since we’re all here, let’s get to your father’s will.”

“I can’t fucking wait,” Rock said with a touch—okay, a huge amount—of sarcasm.

I cleared my throat and began.

3

Rock

Lacey Ward was fucking hot.

Oh, she tried to hide it in her navy-blue blazer and tight-ass high-necked blouse, her dark blond hair pulled into a high ponytail so tight that her facial muscles could barely move, and her unglossed lips pressed into a straight line, but I knew the type.

A fucking tomcat in the sack.

I could tell by her eyes. They were big, blue, and vibrant, and they looked me over as if I were a hunk of USDA prime beef tenderloin.

Yup, a tomcat.

Not that I’d ever know. Hell, not that I cared.

I was here for one reason only—so my mother and siblings could hear the contents of the shithead’s will. I already knew he’d left me a fat lot of nothing.

And I didn’t care one fucking bit.

Lacey Ward’s voice had a rasp to it. A sexy rasp. It wouldn’t be a hardship to listen to her for the next few hours. Hell, I didn’t even need to listen to the words. I knew what they’d be anyway.

Rock gets nothing.

Fine with me.

“Section Five, distribution of personal property,” Lacey said. “All of my mother’s jewelry in my possession and in the safe deposit box at First National Bank is hereby bequeathed to my daughter Riley Doris Wolfe.”

No surprise there.

“My automobiles, except for the Tesla and the Porsche, are bequeathed to my sons, Roy and Reid Wolfe, with Roy, as the older, to have the first choice. They will then choose alternately. The Porsche is bequeathed to my daughter, Riley Wolfe.”

His cars. Daddy’s pride and joy. He loved those damned cars more than he ever loved any person in his life, least of all me.

I stopped listening. I sat back, closed my eyes, and basked in the rhythm of Lacey’s sexy voice.

Yeah, Rock. Fuck me good, baby. Pound that hard cock into me…

My groin tightened. Hell, I didn’t care. Just get this day over with.

That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Make me come…