Lucy beamed at them.
“Come in if you wish,” he murmured. She did, making it rather crowded.
Fanny wasn’t finished with him. “You told me you couldn’t be certain I could act on Wil’s behalf. We fled Manchester before we could work out the legalities. Now you say we need to go back,” she said.
“Not ‘we.’ I need to go back and handle the legal paperwork,” he said. “It isn’t safe for you in Manchester.”
“I need to be there to defend myself.” His little warrior was back, determined and unmovable.
Eli groaned. “We know that is inadvisable.”
“But If I’m appointed, I will have to be there to sign over the deeds,” she said relentlessly. “Will the court be willing to delay until I’m twenty-one in September?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. As I said, first I have to petition for a court date and a stay on any actions from the bank.”All of which I could have done before hustling south. Eli almost wished he had stayed behind to see it through in person, except courts—chancery and ecclesiastical—were notoriously slow. He wanted to kick himself, but that would be undignified. “Depending on how they reply, I’ll finalize the paperwork and the sale or I’ll appeal. In Manchester.”
