to role-playing, hiding his weaknesses. A successful lawyer had to.
“Good. I called the other guys, and we wondered if you’d like to have dinner together. Cal married Jessica. You remember Jessica Hoya, don’t you?” At Gabe’s nod, Mac continued, “She’s got a great restaurant, The Last Roundup. We can have steaks and catch up on everything.”
“Yeah, fine, great idea. I’d like to see all of you before I leave town.”
“Leave? You’re not going to do what your grandmother asked?” Mac drew a couple of steps closer, concern on his face.
“Hey, I’m a lawyer. There’ll be a way around it. I’m going to find a way.”
Mac crossed over and sat down in the chair next to Gabe. “Buddy, I’m sorry, but she insisted I fix it so it couldn’t be broken.”
“Come on, Mac, you can’t be serious. She can’t force me into a marriage I don’t want.”
Mac sighed. “She left you an out—if Katherine marries someone else. But if you refuse and Katherine remains single, you lose everything.”
“My marrying Katherine, as she calls herself now, isn’t an option. So just cross that off your list. It’s not going to happen.”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. Can I stay at Gran’s place?”
“Sure. You’ve got a year. You don’t lose anything for a year.” He stood up and headed for his office. “I’ll get the keys for you. I’ve had someone go in once a week and open up, dust a little. So everything should be in good shape.”
Gabe sat there, waiting. When Mac came back into sight, he said, “I have another request.”
“What’s that?”
“I want to visit with your mothers.”
“Mothers? Why? I mean, they’ll be glad to see you, of course, but…”
“I need some lessons on matchmaking. Mrs. Katherine Hill is going to marry before the year is out…one way or another.”
Chapter Two
“Alex, this is Katherine Hill at The Lemon Drop Shop.”
“Hi, Katherine. How’s everything going?”
Katherine didn’t bother to pretend. “Not well. I have a problem. Do you have time to see me this afternoon?”
There was a pause and Katherine held her breath.
“Yes, I can talk to you at four-thirty. Does that work with your schedule?”
“Yes, thank you.” The school rush would be slowing down by four-thirty, and her two employees could handle the business. She didn’t think her talk with Alex would take too long. She’d asked for Mac, but he was booked for the rest of the afternoon, and Katherine couldn’t wait that long to get legal advice.
AT FOUR-THIRTY, she crossed the square and entered the law office of Gibbons & Langford. She’d removed her apron, of course, but she wished she’d dressed up. Only, this morning, when she’d started her day at six, she hadn’t expected to need legal advice.
Alex rose and came around the desk to greet her. “I haven’t seen you in a while, Katherine. I had to give up those cinnamon rolls in the mornings. My doctor told me to cut back on sugar.” She gestured to one of the chairs in front of her desk as she sat back down.
Katherine sat as she said, “Oh, I’m sorry. Is everything all right?”
“Yes, but I’m expecting again.” Alex beamed.
“How wonderful! Your little girl is almost a year old, isn’t she?”
“Yes. She’ll be eighteen months when this one is born. But enough about me. Why don’t you tell me why you’re here.”
“Do you have to inherit something if it’s left to you?”
Alex frowned slightly. “Do you mean someone has left you something you don’t want?”
“Yes, that’s it, exactly.” Katherine leaned back with a sigh, glad Alex grasped the situation.
“Do you want to give me details?”
“I guess so. Did you meet Mrs. Dawson?” Katherine thought everyone in town knew Mrs. Dawson, but Alex had only been there a couple of years.
“Yes, several times. Mac drew up her will just a few months ago and—she’s the one who left you something?”
“I’ve been told that she did if…if certain conditions weren’t met by the beneficiary.” It was easier to think of Gabe as an impersonal term.
“What conditions?”
“Is it okay if I tell you? I mean, aren’t wills supposed to be secret?”
“Who told you?”
Katherine licked her lips as she remembered Gabe’s arrival in her shop, his anger, his—sexiness. “The beneficiary.”
“Did he swear you to secrecy?” Alex asked.
“No. No, in fact, he shouted—that is, he intended to talk in front of everyone, but I got him to sit at a table outside and explain what was wrong.”
“And was this person Gabe Dawson? Because I just met him a little while ago.”
Katherine nodded.
“A handsome man,” Alex observed, watching Katherine.
Katherine hated her fair complexion. It gave her away every time she was embarrassed. She looked at her clasped hands and muttered, “An angry man.”
“But I understood he was the beneficiary. Why would he be angry?”
“Gran—Mrs. Dawson left him her estate on several conditions. The worst one is that he has to marry me.”
Alex had been leaning back in her chair. She sat up abruptly, staring at Katherine. “You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not. He said I must have persuaded her to write her will that way. But I didn’t, I swear, Alex. We never discussed anything like that. I took her some cookies occasionally, and I would rent movies for her. We visited because sometimes she got lonely. But that’s all, I promise.”
“I believe you, Katherine,” Alex said soothingly. She scratched her forehead. “So you want to know if you can reject the estate if you and Gabe don’t marry?”
“There’s no if. Gabe hasn’t spoken to me in ten years, Alex. The only reason he approached me now was to chew me out.”
“I’d like to see the will, but if Mac wrote it—” Her gaze flew to the closed door. “Wait a
