Yeah, I wouldn’t be where I am today without Mustang, but these brothers of mine played an important role too.
Now if only I could get Rain to see how good the club can be, not only for her, but for both of us.
CHAPTER
NINE
Rain
It’s beentwo days since we got married. I was supposed to come over here yesterday and do all of this, but after talking with the girls, I didn’t have it in me. So instead, I stayed with Aspen and ate my feelings.
Here I am, though, standing in the living room of my childhood home, trying to make sense of everything.
“Thanks for letting me stop by. I was in the neighborhood and figured I would save you a trip to the office,” Mr. Cohen says.
“I appreciate it.”
“Is it okay to go over this without Ridge? I don’t mind waiting,” he tells me.
I shake my head. “No, I can fill him in when I see him later. He’s working.”
At least I think he is. He left this morning and told me goodbye, but didn’t exactly say where he was going. Not that it’s any of my business.
“Works for me.”
Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, I watch as Mr. Cohen slides papers my way.
“Everything looks good. The marriage license has been accepted, and everything stays yours, for now at least.”
“Is there anything else I need to know?”
“I just need to remind you that should you choose to sell anything, you will have to provide receipts of what you got for it. If it is over five hundred dollars, you must put it in the trust. You can donate clothes, get rid of old towels, things like that, but anything of value will be audited. If there is anything suspicious, it could void your entire inheritance. Mustang left a list of valued items in his will.”
I snort. Of course he did. That was my dad for you, always thinking ahead.
“I don’t plan to sell any valuables, only donate things that we have no use for. Thank you for stopping by.”
“You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything,” he says as he gathers up his things.
“Will do,” I lie.
I walk him to the door and wave as he walks down the drive. Before he can pull away, the sound of a bike catches my attention. I watch as it rolls to a stop next to the curb, and Prairie gets off his bike. He waves to Mr. Cohen as he walks up the drive.
“What are you doing here?” I ask once he’s close enough.
Prairie was one of my father’s closest friends. He was like an uncle to me growing up. He probably knew all along what Dad planned too. It’s been a couple of weeks, and the anger still hasn’t faded.
“Nice to see you too, sweetheart,” he rasps, making me roll my eyes.
I step back into the house, and he follows, closing the door behind him.
“This place looks the same,” he murmurs as he looks around.
“Yeah, I haven’t had the heart to get rid of anything yet or do much with the place.”
“Understandable.” He nods.
“Do you want something to drink?”
