Okay, that did actually sound like something Logan would have been able to do. Chance probably shouldn’t have been surprised that his brother would turn his gift for hacking into making a pile of money.

Poppy pulled another piece of paper from the collection in front of her. “I have another statement that’s been prepared for your trust, Mr. Foley.”

He started to correct Poppy’s Mr. Foley again, but the other part of her statement sank in too quickly. “What do you mean my trust?”

“I mean your brother and sister-in-law have put funds into a trust for you, as well.”

He didn’t know what to say. So he said nothing, only gazed back at Poppy, confused as hell.

When he said nothing, she continued, “The children’s trust will begin to gradually revert to them when they reach the age of twenty-two. That’s when the funds in your trust will revert entirely to you.”

Out of nowhere, a thought popped up in the back of Chance’s brain, and he was reminded of something he hadn’t thought about for a long time—a wish he’d made to a comet when he was fifteen years old. A wish, legend said, that should be coming true about now, since Endicott had been celebrating the Welcome Back Bob Comet Festival for a few weeks. Something cool and unpleasant wedged in his throat at the memory.

He eyed Poppy warily. “H-how much money is in that trust?”

Her captivating green eyes had never looked more serious. “A million dollars, Mr. Foley. Once the children have reached the age of twenty-two, that million dollars will be yours.”

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