Chapter 10

“Hunter, are you okay?”

Obviously he wasn’t surreptitious enough. Hunter shut his eyes, forcing the grief and sorrow back down, and mustered up a smile for Ian. “Yeah, yeah, sure…I’m okay. Just thinking about her. All of this money seems like nothing compared to what she gave me when she was alive. And I’m not talking about material things.”

“I know. I know. Your grandmother was a kind and generous woman.” Ian stared down at the polished surface of his desk. “There are other assets, but those have been earmarked for charity. It’s all in here.” Ian thumped the ream of papers before him. “That includes the house in Evanston, but it won’t be made available for sale until a year from now, so you’ll have plenty of time to get a condo or whatever you like. I can put you in touch with an excellent realtor.”

“Thanks.”