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“What—”

“Read it on the plane,” he said. He walked away before I could return the envelope. I watched his dark head disappear around a corner. Typical.





Chapter 12


MATT


Melanie didn’t call. One hour turned to two, turned to six, and when my phone finally rang, I recognized the number of Hannah’s prepaid cell. I smiled and closed my notebook.

“Hannah. Hey.”

“Hi. I just got home.” Something thumped, a door closing or a suitcase hitting the floor. Hannah exhaled. “You won’t believe your brother.”

“Which one?”

“Nate. He drove me to the airport, and—”

“Of course he did.” I scowled.

“Matt, relax. This is Nate we’re talking about. You know, married Nate with a medical practice and kids, who probably goes to church every week.”

“He does. You underestimate your charms.”

“My charms?” Hannah giggled. She only giggled for me.

“Yes, your charms. You know, the charms I threw over my whole life for.”

Hannah got quiet.

“Hey, I’m kidding,” I said. “But I wouldn’t put it past anyone to fall for you, all right? Even Saint Nate. So what happened?”

“He … he gave me this letter. Before I got on my plane. It’s all technical and … well, listen.” She began to read. “‘It will be some time before the court orders a death certificate for Matt, months possibly, though I have Shapiro working on it. In a case of imminent peril such as this, presumption of death is typical. I apologize if this is’—”

She skipped something.

I already knew what was coming.

“Here. Okay. ‘As I was last aware, Matt willed his estate to myself and Seth, and secondarily to any living nephews and nieces. I know, however, that if Matt had reason to anticipate his death, he would have willed his estate to you. I know how he felt about you, Hannah. We spoke about you more than once. I want to give you my portion of Matt’s estate and I won’t hear no about this.’ So, he goes on like that…”

“Mm.” I lowered my head and rubbed my temple. “He’s right,” I said after a while. “I would have given it to you. What’s the problem?”

“I don’t know, Matt. You mean besides lying to your brother about your death and taking your money, his money? I don’t think I can do it.”

“Hannah, he won’t take no for an answer. Trust me. Anyway, this is what I want and you’ll do it. Think of it as me giving my money to you. I would have, and you know that, but I couldn’t rewrite my will and then disappear the way I did. This is perfect. This is better than I could have hoped.” I forced some enthusiasm into my voice.

All told, I left Hannah with fifty thousand dollars in cash. I kept fifty thousand at the cabin with me. It was my rainy day fund, which I held first at my Denver apartment and then in the wall safe I had installed in Hannah’s condo.

“Always have some cash on hand,” my uncle used to say, “because you never know.”

Maybe my uncle didn’t mean one hundred grand, but I’m an overachiever.

“I have to think about it,” Hannah said.

“Fine, think about it.” I flipped open my notebook and began to doodle. I drew a fat little bird on a branch. “We’ll talk about it. You’re coming out, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I was thinking … Friday night.” Hannah’s voice lightened and I smiled.

Yes, here was a good thought: Hannah at the cabin with me all weekend. Finally.

“Great,” I said. “Perfect. I can’t wait…”

“Me either,” she murmured.

“I can’t wait, Hannah.” I pressed the point of my pen against the page. Black ink bled out. “You’re home. I’m glad.”

“Me too. I don’t … want to wait.” Whenever Hannah got embarrassed, which happened often and easily, her voice softened. I grinned and tilted my head. Mm, Hannah’s shy side delighted me. It made me feel like a devil.

“Let’s not wait. A week is a long time. Do you need to get settled?”

“Yeah … let me go get Laurence. I might grab a shower, if you don’t mind waiting.”

“Shave.”

Hannah took a moment to process my imperative.

“Oh … yeah, okay. Yeah.”

I could barely hear her, she spoke so softly.

“Take your time, Hannah. I’ll wait for your call. I love you.”

“I love you, too. I won’t be long.”

We said our good-byes—my good-bye involving anything but the word “good-bye”—and I left the desk and headed toward the bedroom.





Chapter 13


HANNAH


The charms I threw over my whole life for.

I threw over my whole life.

Hey, I’m kidding.

I shuffled down the hallway with Laurence’s cage digging at my belly.

“You’ll be out of here soon,” I said to the rabbit. He slid along the newspaper and scrabbled to stay steady. His eyes were big as quarters.

I had tried to pay Jamie for watching him—Jamie lived in the condo above mine—but she refused my money. Maybe I could slip a gift card under her door.