herself or her home
either. Kendall clenched her fingers.
“Do you know what you two are going to do?”
“No. We had to spend the last five hours figuring out the
finer points of the will thanks to Jonas’s handy legalese.” Her father’s
secrets and lies. Why should she expect anything else? She tried to stuff down
the anger, but it didn’t want to go back into its box.
“Now I have to share my business with a man who didn’t do
any of the work, didn’t worry over it, slave over it, and give his life up to
it to support the one person who gave a crap about me. No, I have to share it
with a stranger. And that’s the best possible outcome. The worst? We have to
sell it and split the money.” She hopped off her seat. “So don’t talk to me
about charming anyone out of their inheritance.”
“Kendall, wait.”
“No, you wait. I got this summons to come here—from my home
in New York where I wasn’t bothering anyone—to get in the middle of this drama
pot? I don’t need it, Kain. I don’t need any of this.”
“Shane lost everything too.”
She tried to rein in her temper. “And I’m sorry for that,
but at least Lawrence wanted him. He sure as hell didn’t care about me.”
Shit.
Kain walked around the island, and she backed up. “No. I
don’t need you to feel sorry for me. I didn’t mean to say that.”
“No, you mean you didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
She shut her eyes against the tears. She didn’t pine for her
father. Her mother had made sure she was loved, and Kendall rarely even thought
of him. But this will was a blatant reminder she didn’t need. That Lawrence
didn’t care enough to reach out to her except to take. Except to give another
piece of her away, this time to the boy who meant more to him than she ever
did. “I just need to figure all this out.”
“Take the time and do that.”
“We don’t really have that much time. That will locked
everything up for Shane, and I need to get back to Bradley.”
Kain plowed his fingers through his hair. “We didn’t have
time to get the money straight. I didn’t even know Larry had a new will written
up. I would have had everything taken care of by the end of the year. No one
would have known how bad it was.”
Pain shimmered in Kain’s fierce green eyes. Her voice
gentled. “Do you think Shane would want to be in the dark about this?”
“No.”
She sighed and laid a hand on his ridiculously wide chest.
“You really think that Shane wouldn’t have figured it out?”
“All Larry wanted was to give Shane a way out. He didn’t
want him to be burdened by the mess that Justice Construction had gotten into.”
“And you wanted to help Shane.” The realization settled down
the last of her anger. “He doesn’t seem the type to allow that.”
Kain pinched the bridge of his nose. “You would be right.”
He dropped his hand, his eyes earnest. “I could give you the money.”
She stepped back and jammed her hands into the hoodie
pockets. It would solve all her problems. She fisted her hands. For once in her
life there was someone willing to help out, no questions asked. A stranger who
could make all the difference in the world.
Kain rubbed her arm. “It’s not about the money.”
Kendall dragged her attention back to him and looked up.
“Come on.”
“Just enough to get you guys situated. Get you both to New
York.”
Her fingers relaxed. “Shane already knows I’m poor as a
church mouse.” Things just weren’t ever meant to be easy. Why would this
situation be any different?
Kain turned and slammed his fist into the fridge.
She winced. “Feel better?”
“Fuck.” He shook his hand and flexed it carefully.
She turned him around and pushed him onto a stool. She
opened drawers near the fridge.
“What are you looking for?”
She found power bars, granola bars, and trail mix. In
another, she found what had to be his junk drawer. “Baggie? Towel? Something
for ice?”
“There’s a gel pack
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