“He’s suggesting I agree to split the Coopers the way Dad had intended.”
“And his estate?”
“I honestly don’t know. I would assume Daphne would get the house and land.”
“Who knows about the wills?” Fin asked.
“The attorneys, Uncle Darin, Aunt Rachel…well, I’m not sure what Daphne knows, but the rest of the family is well informed. Uncle Darin isn’t happy.”
“How do you feel?”
“Talking to Joseph Eads made me think I should get my own representation.”
“You don’t think he’s looking out for your best interests?”
“I don’t know, Fin. I wish I didn’t have to think about any of this until after Dad’s funeral.”
“Why do you have to?”
Sighing, I stood and slapped my palms against my thighs. “My family is…they can be intense. It took hours for us to agree on the funeral plans. Getting agreement on billions in assets will be impossible.”
Fin stood, meeting me chest to chest. “Vee, agreement isn’t necessary. As of sometime this morning, you are the sole beneficiary of Reid Hubbard’s last will and testament and the sole owner of the Coopers.”
My eyes opened wide. “What about us? Does the change affect your contract?”
“I don’t think so. I can have Jackson investigate it in the morning.”
I shook my head. “Please don’t. I don’t want Jackson knowing more than my family.” I tilted my head. “How were your meetings?”
“Somber. Tilson told us all to go home and mourn. Then to come back on Wednesday ready to beat the Raiders.”
Taking a step closer, I wrapped my arms around Fin’s toned torso. “I’m going to miss the time I spent with the players.”
“Why? Keep doing it. You’re in charge.”
“I have a lot to learn about being in charge. I always assumed I had another ten to fifteen years for on-the-job training with Dad.”
Fin reached for my chin and lifted it. After a soft kiss, he smiled. “Maeve Hubbard, you will succeed at whatever you set out to do. The players and coaches are one hundred percent behind you. The staff at Maker’s Mark and Crystal Light love and respect you. It seems to me that the only resistance you’re worried about is from within the executive offices.”
“There’s a lot to be concerned about. I may have learned a little about play calling, but there is so much more I don’t know.”
“Who does?”
“Everyone…my family. We all have our strengths. Together we’re stronger.”
Fin inhaled, his chest pressing against my breasts. “Then keep everyone together. They have worked with your father without owning interest in the Coopers. If you choose to honor his original will, you aren’t changing anything.”
“Other than it’s me at the top.”
Fin’s lips quirked. “You’re amazing on top.” He tugged at my hand. “Come on. I don’t have to go into Maker’s Mark tomorrow, but I bet you do.”
“I do.”
“I’m going with you.”
“I could argue.”
“You could,” he agreed. “I plan on winning.”
