“No, I didn’t even know where he was before you contacted me about his will. And the part about him having a will—not to mention including me in it—almost surprised me more than the part about him having a family.”

“Why would that surprise you?”

“Because neither of us is...was...the planning type. No one in my family was. We never had enough to worry about the future.”

“Don’t you have a will now?” she asked.

He shook his head. “It’s never seemed necessary.”

“Don’t you want to provide for your loved ones after you’re gone?”

“I don’t have any loved ones to provide for,” he said simply.

Her expression changed, and it made something inside Chance twist tight. It had been a long time since anyone had felt sad for him. That a total stranger would be now... Well, it made Poppy Digby seem like a lot less of a stranger.

“I guess now that I’ll be caring for Quinn and Finn, I should get a will made up,” he said.

She nodded. “I can arrange for someone here at Novak and Hamza to contact you.”

“Thanks,” he said.

She glanced down at the papers on the table again. “Now then, Mr. Foley...”

“Chance.”

She looked up at him again and again didn’t follow his request. “As I mentioned in my email, Logan and Adele took care of their children’s financial needs. Quinn and Finn have a trust fund that will cover whatever expenses are incurred while they’re growing up, including college, weddings, and anything else that might arise. You’ll receive a monthly stipend from that trust that will cover their day-to-day needs.”

Chance had been surprised when he’d read that in the email. But he’d also been relieved. His folks had had to skimp on a lot when he and Logan were growing up, and they’d often had to go without. He was glad that wouldn’t be the case for his niece and nephew.

“And your brother took your needs into consideration, as well,” Poppy continued.

Chance couldn’t quite help the surprised sound that escaped him. He’d just never known his older brother to care about anyone but himself. Logan must have done a lot of growing up after he left town.

“You sound doubtful, Mr. Foley.”

“Chance.”

“Mr. Foley. But Logan and Adele wanted to ensure that the children and you have everything you need.” She slid a sheet of paper across the table toward him. “This is an assessment of the children’s trust fund. I’ll send an updated copy to you quarterly, since I and my firm are the children’s trustees.”

Instead of looking at the paper, Chance sat forward. “You personally are the children’s trustee?”

“Yes, though my firm will also be overseeing the administration of the trust. I’m not an estate attorney. I practice corporate law.”