Marriage For Baby. Melissa Mcclone

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СКАЧАТЬ never went out without looking perfect—hair, makeup, clothing. She called it the “whole package”, even though she looked as beautiful to him in ratty, old sweats, a stained T-shirt and ponytail. Today, however, Kate looked as if she’d had to work harder on the package. And he could see the difference.

      The energetic, multitasking dynamo, who owned one of the hottest and fastest growing public relation firms in the Pacific Northwest, had all but disappeared. Jared expected to see Kate’s normally bright blue eyes red and swollen given the circumstances, but not so wary, stressed, exhausted. Her sunken cheeks and loose fitting designer clothes went beyond grief, and the changes worried him.

      “You need to remember to eat,” he said.

      “I eat.”

      He raised an eyebrow.

      She set her chin. “I just forget sometimes.”

      Most of the time. Jared used to text message her at lunchtime and dinnertime. Now that he wasn’t around to remind her, she probably didn’t bother to eat a decent meal. “You should schedule food into your day.”

      “I do,” she said, a little too quickly. “Do you?”

      “I don’t need to. I enjoy food too much to skip meals.”

      “I don’t skip meals. I forget.” Her mouth twitched. “I don’t want to argue.”

      She never did anymore. The only place Jared had seen Kate really lose control was in bed. “We’re not arguing.”

      “Just drop it. Okay?”

      He checked the time. The second hand moved slower than his niece’s turtle, Corky.

      “Sorry to keep you waiting.” A middle-aged man, wearing a tailored navy suit and wire-rimmed glasses, burst into the office. “I’m Don Phillips, the Lukas’s attorney.”

      Jared rose and shook the man’s hand. “Jared Reed.”

      Kate remained seated. “Kate Malone.”

      The lawyer sat behind his desk, and Jared sat, too.

      “I’m so sorry for the loss of your friends,” Don said. “It’s such a tragedy.”

      Jared nodded. Kate placed her clasped hands on her lap.

      “Thank you for coming so quickly.” Don reached for a file. “I’d hoped to speak with you personally when I called yesterday, but under the circumstances I felt it was imperative to get you to Boise as soon as possible.”

      “We understand,” Jared said. “Have funeral arrangements been made?”

      “Yes.” Don pulled out a piece of paper from the file. “Mr. Lukas, Brady’s father, took care of that. A vigil will be held at the funeral home on Wednesday and a memorial service on Thursday. The church will put on a reception in the hall afterward. Then the bodies will be flown to Maine for burial.”

      The lawyer made it sound so easy like a checklist.

      “Susan…” Kate’s voice trailed off.

      “What?” Jared asked.

      “It’s just—” she tucked her hair behind her ears “—Susan never really liked Maine.”

      “No, she didn’t,” Don agreed. “But she and Brady had their burial location put in their wills.”

      “Oh.” Kate wet her lips. “Okay, then.”

      “A situation like this is never easy, but fortunately Brady and Susan had the foresight to plan for such an occurrence.”

      Occurrence? A chill inched down Jared’s spine. Perhaps that was legalese for death. Either way, all of this was difficult for him to hear.

      “No amount of planning will make this any easier to deal with, but logistically, having wills in place will make things proceed a little smoother.” Don pulled out a thick document from the file. “I attended the same church as Brady and Susan, and I drew up their wills. Since they had no family in town, I kept the originals here in the office.”

      “Shouldn’t we wait for Brady’s parents?” Jared asked.

      “Mr. and Mrs. Lukas aren’t coming,” Don explained. “Although Mr. Lukas handled the funeral arrangements, their doctors felt the trip from the East Coast would be too much for them with their current health conditions. They received copies of both wills after they were written so they know, and agree with, what their son and daughter-in-law decided. May I proceed?”

      Jared nodded. He watched for Kate’s reaction, but she held herself together tightly. This had to be tearing her up inside, and he ignored the urge to touch her.

      “As you know, Brady was an only child and Susan had been in foster homes since she was five. They had no living relatives other than Brady’s parents.” Don’s gaze rested on Kate. “Though Susan considered you more a sister than a friend.”

      Kate’s composed façade cracked for an instant. “I felt the same way.”

      “The Lukases thought highly of you, Jared,” Don said. “Brady and Susan each named you their personal representative to handle their estates. Do you accept their nominations?”

      Jared had no idea what sort of responsibilities would be involved as Brady and Susan’s executor, but that didn’t matter. “I’m honored and happy to accept. May I retain your services? I’ve never done something like this before so I will need your expertise.”

      “I’ll gladly counsel and offer you assistance. The sooner we get started, the better. I would like to submit the wills and obtain your appointment as personal representative through informal proceedings. That way a hearing won’t be required.”

      Proceedings. Hearing. Jared’s muscles tensed. This was too weird. A few weeks ago he’d been making plans to attend a poker tournament with Brady while Kate spent the weekend with Susan. Now he was overseeing their friends’ probate.

      As Don scribbled notes on a yellow legal pad, Jared glanced at Kate. She acted like this was nothing more than another one of the endless meetings she attended, but he noticed her hands trembling. He wanted to pull her onto his lap and hold her until she felt better, until she smiled again.

      “Once you’re officially appointed their personal representative, you’ll want to call a locksmith and have the locks changed on the Lukas’s residence,” Don said. “I can provide recommendations.”

      “I’d appreciate the referrals,” Jared said.

      “Why do the locks need to be changed?” Kate asked.

      “We don’t know who might have keys to the house,” Don explained. “Baby-sitters, neighbors, housecleaners. The list goes on. You don’t want to chance a robbery. Unfortunately such break-ins have occurred.”

      Jared pictured the two-story house Brady and Susan called home. The couple had been too busy working on the nursery to fix up the rest of the house. Now that task would fall to СКАЧАТЬ