Lucky's Choice(89)
“What is…?” Lucky picked up the paper, going pale as he read over it.
“It makes you beneficiary of her estate.”
Lucky tossed the paper to him. “I’m not going to sign that.”
“It doesn’t matter if you do or not. I just wanted to witness for Diamond that you received a copy.”
“Diamond?”
“Knox’s wife is Willa’s attorney. My office is next to hers, and Diamond had to be in court this morning with Tate, so she asked if I would take care of it for her. Willa asked Diamond to explain the way her estate will be split, but since she couldn’t be here, she gave me permission.”
“Who was the beneficiary before she changed it?” Lucky asked hoarsely.
”I’m familiar with the details because I was in the meetings with Diamond when she was writing the will. She wanted my advice on how to split her estate.
“Willa has several beneficiaries. Seventy percent of her fortune goes to you, but that’s subject to change depending on the number of children you have. It decreases with each child. She wants her children taken care of, but doesn’t want to leave them enough to spoil them.” Dustin’s mouth twitched. “She keeps going back and forth between five and ten percent.”
“The other thirty percent?”
“The children she fostered split ten percent, and Lily, Beth, Rachel, Angus Berry, and last week she added Killyama—though I couldn’t understand why, something about a broom—will split the remaining twenty percent.” Dustin’s phone dinged with another incoming text. “This doesn’t include her house and two other investments. The house is paid for and, upon Willa’s death, remains in the direct family, unable to be sold.”
“Why?”
“Willa wants a home for her children in case they ever need it. The two investment profits go to various charities that she decides on each year.”
“You can tell Willa to come back down now.” Lucky nodded toward the cell phone in Dustin’s hand when it dinged.#p#分页标题#e#
“How did—”
“It doesn’t usually take my wife two hours to get changed,” he said wryly.
“Willa is very sensitive,” Dustin confided.
Unless Lucky was mistaken, the youngest Porter brother had a crush on Willa.
Lucky burst out laughing. “My wife is a tightwad. Did you know she won’t buy anything unless it’s on sale? I settled for an ugly green tile in her bathroom shower because it was twenty percent cheaper per tile. I thought she was broke. I didn’t even think to check her finances out before we married.”
“It could be emasculating for a man to have a wife as rich as Willa is.”
“I think my masculinity will survive.”
Lucky caught his wife’s apprehensive look as she came into the room. As she drew nearer, he put his arm around her waist.
“We’re changing the tile color.”
When she started to argue, Lucky forestalled her. “I think we can afford those two children you want, but I was hoping to sweet-talk you into four.”
Happiness filled her face. “Really?”
“Yep. On one condition. You have to talk Dustin into becoming my accountant.”
Chapter 25
“I can’t believe it!” Willa closed her computer, so excited she wanted to tell Lucky the good news. She had entered a contest to win a state-of-the-art smart home computer system and won.
Knowing Lucky was in his office, working, she decided to peek in and tell him. She practically skipped to his office, wanting to gloat that she wasn’t going to have to pay a penny for the system he wanted. She was so excited she forgot to knock. Opening the door, she saw him sitting in the chair by his window and Willa stopped, looking at the tired lines of his sleeping face.
She wanted to wake him and tell him to come to bed. If she did, though, he would do what he did every night—make love to her then disappear until morning. As a result, Willa quietly left his office without waking him.
Going to her bedroom, she sat down on the side of her bed. She stared at the clock on the nightstand, seeing it was only seven in the evening.
Picking up her cell phone, she made a call she should have made two weeks ago.
“Hello? Willa?”
“Hi, Lily. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
“No, I’m just feeding John. What can I do for you?”
“I was wondering, if it’s not too much trouble, could I borrow that cookbook of your mother’s? I’m bored, and nighttime is my favorite time to cook.”
Lily paused. “I could bring it to you.”
“No! Like I said, I’m bored, and I could use the fresh air.”