“The ranch trust has all the money it needs to run. The will’s stipulations are only to fuck with us,” Chance adds.
“What about the money being tied up because of dear old Dad’s EPA violations?”
“As far as I know, nothing has been frozen yet,” Chance replies. “Shankle didn’t say anything about it just now.”
Fuck. Another problem. This is all a giant pain in the ass. Except for one thing.
Carly.
I want to stay here. Here, with her.
How the hell did I get to this point?
“Come with us,” I say to her.
She opens her eyes wide.
“I’m serious,” I continue. “I don’t want to leave you for a week. Come along. Chance and Miles won’t mind.”
“I would if I could, but you know I have to see my dad. And I have a job with a pain-in-the-ass boss.” She gives me a light punch in the arm.
I laugh. “He’ll understand.”
She shakes her head. “No. I have a job. And my dad’s going to be even more upset if I go. I need to get that handled.”
I sigh. “I know. But I had to try.” I glance over at my brothers.
Chance is on the phone again, and I motion to Miles. He walks toward Carly and me.
“What’s the plan?” I ask.
“Chance is setting us up to leave tonight. On our plane.” Miles adds.
“What about the Feds? What about that dam Mayor Vance was bitching about? What about the damned ranch?”
“Hell if I know,” Miles says, “but if Shankle and Chance say it’s okay, I guess it is.”
“Sure enough. I’m going to take Carly home. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”