“As soon as the time limit has passed and I’m clear from the club’s stipulations.” You were going to sell it anyway, right?” “Your grandfather was a complicated man,” he said. “I don’t understand any of this.” I sighed, then stood and walked around my desk, escorting Steve to the door. Was this his way of punishing me after his death? His way of coercing me into doing what he damn well would have known I didn’t want to do? Whether by accident or age, my relationship with him had ended the day he’d betrayed me. But the only reason he would have added this level of detail to his last requests was he’d known that I would never have spoken to him again. In a way, it was like he’d known he would die sooner rather than later. Even in death, Grandpa was still pulling my strings. Because that was exactly what these requests were doing. when did he do all of this? When did he add in these demands? It had to have been recently.” If it had been done years ago, he wouldn’t have had to force me to the cabin. The bastard had probably known I’d avoid everything about that property. “Then I guess Gabriel assumed you wouldn’t.” “What if I had already trashed everything in the cabin by now?” “It is.” I steepled my hands in front of my chin, my mind not on the weather. He chuckled and stood from his chair, picking up the wool coat he’d draped over the back. “Thank God.” After this, there’d be no more of Grandpa’s requests from the grave. Then he was gone, striding toward the house. “Don’t thank me.” He nodded to the mountains.
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