That Summer at the Shore

Crap. The resort had an airstrip for private planes and chartered flights, but Brad was coming into a commercial airport, eighty miles from Warrington. Zack ground his teeth in frustration. How had he forgotten? He was the one who’d suggested Brad come to California after the doctors and therapists advised a change of scenery might be beneficial.

Zack checked his watch. “Thanks, Trudy. I’m leaving immediately. Can you send a car to the Conroe place for Ms. Wheeler?”

“I’ll call the garage.”

He signed off and dialed Kim on his cell phone.

“She’s getting dressed,” Kim said crisply. “And I’m making friends with a mutant cat. Practice patience for once.”

“Mutant? Forget it. I have to go. Brad is flying in, and I’m picking him up.”

“Great! Do you have a vacancy at the resort? I’d love a chance to visit with Brad.”

“We’ll take care of you, Kim. Listen, don’t let that Conroe woman try to wiggle out of the situation. Be firm.”

“I’m curious, Zack. When did you receive your law degree? I missed the graduation ceremony.” The light humor in Kim’s tone didn’t conceal the underlying warning. Don’t interfere. She seemed to think he’d done enough damage.

“Okay, okay,” he grumbled. “It’s just that she has a habit of talking in circles.”

“Sounds smart. She should be a lawyer.”

“I’m counting on you being smarter.”

“That’s what you’re paying me for. And wait till you get the bill for this trip—I’m adding twenty percent for the extra trouble you’ve caused. Tell Brad hello and that I’m looking forward to seeing him.” The phone disconnected.

Zack started the SUV. It was galling. He’d been required to cool his heels on a porch as if he were a delivery boy. Now he had to go before anything was settled.

He hit the accelerator until he was going the speed limit...and a little above.

* * *

KIM WHEELER RUBBED the cat’s big ears and listened to the purr rumbling from his chest.

“Marlin, huh?” she said.

“Marrooow.”

“Fur flying or not, you are magnificent,” Kim whispered.

She cocked her head, her thoughts drifting. So, Brad Denning was visiting his brother. The last time she’d seen Brad, he was en route to Iraq—the perfect spit-and-polish marine. He could have walked off a military recruiting poster. She’d met him at the airport during a five-hour layover. They’d discussed his upcoming tour of duty over dinner and she’d hidden her concern for his safety.

“Don’t forget I’m trained for this,” he’d told her—apparently, he’d seen her concern after all.

She’d hugged him and watched as he disappeared down the concourse. Brad had been in her life almost as long as Zack, and the idea of something happening to him was unbearable.

That was, what...three years ago?

And something had happened, but now he was home and slowly recovering.

Kim glanced around the room. It glowed with sunlight, satiny wood floors and cream-colored paint. Lovely paintings hung on the walls, and beautiful pottery and glassware sat in strategic spots.

A thud echoed in the house. Kim didn’t worry that another exit was being used for a secret departure—Zack wasn’t rational when it came to Jamie Conroe or Mar Vista. Kim understood his reasons, but he wasn’t helping. It would be simpler to investigate the matter without him. Inheritance was a potentially emotional subject, though Jamie had been calm when she’d made that excellent point about her grandfather’s will going through probate.

Acting as Zack’s attorney was challenging. Before she’d agreed to represent him, they’d had an in-depth discussion, which involved assurances that their past relationship wouldn’t be an issue. It had worked so far, and he probably followed her advice slightly more often than he would for someone he didn’t know as well.

Marlin shoved his nose into her palm.

“By the way,” she announced to the feline, “I’m a lawyer. Any objections to that?”

The cat shut his eyes sleepily and purred. A very un-lawyerly giggle escaped her throat. She’d met at least two people who’d taught their dogs to growl when they even heard the words lawyer or attorney.

* * *

JAMIE FOUND KIM WHEELER seated on the large, comfortable sofa. Marlin, never a slouch in demanding attention, was draped over her lap, purring like a diesel motor.

“You must be covered with fur,” Jamie said. “I’ll put him out back.”

“Don’t be silly. I think cats are great.”

“I doubt the hothead on the porch feels the same.”

Kim snickered. “That’s his problem. But it doesn’t matter anymore because he’s driving to the airport. His brother is arriving from Maryland.”

“And the jerk would have had a fit if you’d gone along.” Jamie sat on the arm of the couch and swung her legs. She was glad she’d kept Zack Denning and his bad vibes out of her home—it made maintaining peace and tranquillity easier.

“He wants to clear things up as soon as possible,” Kim said diplomatically.

“Yes, I figured that out when he asked the deputy sheriff to throw me off my own property.”

Kim frowned. “I apologize about that.”

“I’m not holding it against him. Don’t have to—it’s my land.”

“You seem quite certain.”

Jamie swallowed a yawn. She would have preferred having this debate after a decent night’s sleep. “I have a deed and it’s in my grandfather’s will—the one he revised when he sold his other parcels. The real estate he left me is the section with the house and barn, plus the acre on the beach.”

Kim removed a folder from her briefcase. “Over eighteen months ago, Zack purchased several tracts north of the road. He understood they included everything to the water’s edge. You’re welcome to see the sales agreement.”

“There’s no need. Granddad wanted to leave my brother some cash, so he sold some of the land he owned, but not my two sections. He was a romantic—that’s why he gave them to me.” Jamie smiled. She’d loved her grandfather’s idealistic streak. “My brother doesn’t have a sentimental bone in his body, which is strange. That trait commonly passes through the males in our family.”

“So you’re the sentimental sibling?”

“I don’t cry at sad movies, but I’ll keep the land, and David wouldn’t.”

“May I see the deed?”

Jamie went into her office and opened the document file Granddad’s lawyer had given her. She flipped through the contents and found both deeds. She made duplicates on her scanner-printer and took them to the living room.