he has an income to live on.â Kase had done well for himself in Denver. And although he hadnât made partner at the firm, his income was quite impressive. âIâve already invested in the business with a brood mare, and I plan to do some improvements.â After all, his father was just sixty-five, and he could continue to do his training if only in hiring personnel. âAlso I have my daughterâs trust from her deceased mother. Thatâs handled by a bank in Denver. As of now, the trustee is her grandfather. Iâm hoping to change that in the future.â
Allen took notes. âWeâll see if we can assist you in that trust transfer.â He arched an eyebrow. âWill you be strictly working with your father, or opening your own law practice?â
âIâm not ready to make that decision.â The type of law heâd practiced for Chappell had left a bad taste in his mouth. Heâd sold his soul for money. Now that Johanna was gone, he had to worry about what damage her lifestyle had done to Addy. Even though the four-year-old was worth millions, she needed a lot more than money. She needed stability and love. Heâd hoped by coming back here he could do more for her. His thoughts turned to Laurel Quinn. It seemed that she was doing a much better job with his daughter than he was.
Chapter Four
Two hours later, Kase had finished with his financial meeting and ended up at the Rocky Mountain Grill for lunch. The place was a mix of fifties-style diner with a Western twist. The storefront restaurant hadnât changed since he used to hang out here in high school.
He glanced across the table at Laurel, and a funny feeling rushed over him. Suddenly he thought about the cocky-as-hell seventeen-year-old boy whoâd dated the pretty freshman with the big green eyes. Sheâd been into horses, but heâd quickly changed her interest to him. He also remembered how he used to sit in this same booth and share some fries...and a few kisses.
Then came the day heâd broken her heart and went off to what he thought would be a better life. The joke was on him. It seemed everything heâd been looking for wasnât found in Denver. The big home, beautiful wife and illustrious career had gone down the tubes. The only thing that mattered now was Addy. He tensed. He would do anything to keep her safe and with him.
At the sound of Addyâs soft sigh, he looked down to find that she was snuggled up beside Laurel, fast asleep.
He started to stand. âLet me take her.â
Laurel waved him off. âSheâs fine.â
âI should move her so you can at least eat your lunch. You have to be uncomfortable.â
âItâs okay.â She continued to rub Addyâs arm. âLet her sleep. I have a feeling sheâs missing her naptime.â
He raised an eyebrow. âDonât you know naps are for babies?â
That got a smile from Laurel, and his pulse sped up.
âThen I guess Iâm still a baby because I like naps,â she confessed. âBut then Iâm up at five.â
He glanced again at his daughter and how Laurelâs hand stroked her lovingly. He couldnât remember his wife ever spending much time with their child. Addy was probably starved for some affection. Guilt hit him deep in his chest. He should have been there for his child, too.
Laurel got his attention when she said, âI bet she was up this morning at five.â
âYeah, you know my dad. He needed to feed the horses.â
âWhere is Gus?â
âI dropped him off to visit his friend Charlie Cleveland.â He checked his watch. âBut Iâll need to pick him up soon and take him to his appointment at the clinic.â
The waitress arrived at their table and set down their plates. âWould you like anything else?â the girl asked.
He glanced at Laurel and she shook her head. âWeâre fine, thank