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years.
I think his banker has all the packets in a vault along with DVDs
from Mr. B and written instructions for the triggers.”
    “Sooo, if she decided to drop this whole
thing?” Chastity asked, looking at the two men. Sven, true to his
Nordic heritage stood six and a half feet tall, with a wide chest
and long blonde hair threaded with gray that he wore in a ponytail.
His face sported lines in his forehead and around his mouth. If she
had to guess his age, she'd put him in his fifties. Mr. Baxter had
hired the ex-Navy Seal to head up security on the ranch. The big
oaf took his job seriously and was like an uncle to her. Mr.
Jamison looked small, almost effeminate next to Sven. That’s
probably why he sat, while Sven prowled like a large cat.
    “If she had, then the information for the
court case would remain sealed. We're still dealing on a
need-to-know basis. No one knows everything he put in those
packets; like I said, he’d worked on them for years.”
    She frowned. Years ? They’d only come
to their agreement four years ago, after she’d gotten pregnant with
Mariah.
    “Hello, Kenton.” Ms. Cook's pleased voice
echoed down the hall.
    Chastity looked toward the door when she
heard the voices. Her eyes darted to the papers Mr. Jamison
returned to his briefcase just before the knock sounded on the
door. Sven opened it and greeted Kent with a fist pound and
embrace.
    “What’s up, my man?” Sven smiled and ushered
him inside.
    “Not much, got into a small problem on
afar-away island and was out of it for a while. Came here as soon
as I got word about Uncle David.” He turned toward her and nodded
at Mr. Jamison, although his eyes never left her.
    What happened to his arm? The cast held his
fingers in a splint. It looked uncomfortable. Other than that, he
looked good. The man stood a few inches shorter than Sven, his
chest just as wide. What did they feed them in the military? The
short hair cut, high cheekbones, hazel eyes that changed with his
emotions. Now, they were dark green. A little worn around the
edges, his eyes had lost that haunted look since the last time
she’d seen him four years ago. She warmed under his intense stare.
“Kenton.”
    “Chas. How are you?”
    The inflection in his voice said he was
asking about more than his uncle’s death. No matter, they weren’t
friends. His mother had made it her life’s mission to make
Chastity’s existence hell, she didn't trust anyone living who was
related to that woman.
    “I’m dealing.” She pointed to Mr. Jamison.
“You remember your uncle’s attorney? He needs to talk to you about
your uncle’s will.”
    “Yeah, Mom wrote and mentioned something
about his affairs being messed up.”
    “Really?” Sven turned and watched him
closely.
    Kenton looked at him and then at the
attorney. “Is there a problem?”
    “Other than your mother trying to overturn
your uncle’s will, no.” The attorney pulled a sheaf of papers from
his briefcase.
    “Yeah, she mentioned that. I told her it was
a waste of time. There’s no way she can win. But, if she listens to
me, it’ll be a first.”
    Chastity’s heart raced as Kenton watched her
closely, as though she were a puzzle he needed to figure out.
    “Your uncle left you a few things in his
will,” Mr. Jamison said.
    Kenton nodded, but continued staring at her.
She broke the staring contest and looked at Mr. Jamison.
    “Who’s the executor of his will?” Kenton
asked. The room stilled. No one spoke.
    Chastity’s brow rose at his question. No
questions about his uncle’s final condition? He hadn’t come to see
his uncle in four years, and she knew he’d been stateside since
he’d been here last. The fruit damn sure didn’t fall far from the
tree.
    “I am.” Her tone dared him to challenge
her.
    He nodded. “Good. That’s the least he
could’ve done.”
    She gazed at him, trying to decipher his
coded words. “What do you mean?”
    He sighed, raked his hand through his hair
and looked at