Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Praise
- Booklist
- When Sparks Fly
- Dedication
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Lost in Love
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- Be Careful What You Wish For
- CHAPTER ONE
One of the many things troubling him at the moment was the realization that he was probably going to miss his Jeep more than he was going to miss his brother. Even before he and Logan had become estranged, they’d never been especially close. That was partly due to the four-year gap in their ages, but also due to the fact that Logan had grown into a typically self-absorbed teenager and never really considered his little brother to be much more than a pest. The only thing Chance knew for sure right now was that Logan and his wife, Adele, had left behind two little kids, six-year-old twins Chance had never known about, either.
Six-year-old twins who were about to become his wards.
“Mr. Foley?”
Chance snapped up his head to look at the tidy, buttoned-down man sitting behind the reception desk of Novak and Hamza, attorneys-at-law. Lionel Abernathy—he’d introduced himself upon Chance’s arrival earlier. And never in his life had Chance met someone whose name seemed to match his demeanor more perfectly.
“Yes?” Chance replied.
“I’m sorry for your wait. Ms. Digby just texted. She’s on her way now and should be here anytime with the children.”
The Ms. Digby Lionel was referring to was a Boston attorney who would be meeting with Chance this morning to introduce him to his niece and nephew and go over the particulars of his brother’s will.
“Thanks,” Chance replied.
Lionel hesitated. “I take it you haven’t met them yet?”
Chance shook his head. “No. Ms. Digby said they’d be getting in too late yesterday to arrange a meeting. Have you met them?”
The receptionist nodded. “I picked them up at the airport in Louisville last night to drop off a company car for Ms. Digby to use while she’s here in Endicott. The children are, um... They’re just, ah, just delightful.”
The way he stumbled over the last word gave Chance pause. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Lionel hastily offered, “Can I get you anything? Coffee? Bottle of water?”
Chance shook his head. “No. Thanks. I’m good.”
“I’m sure Ms. Digby will only be a few more minutes.” He threw Chance a thin smile, then went back to his work.