Page 66 of Finding Hayes
The guys all made their way out, hugging Savannah one at a time, and each one of the assholes waggled their brows at me over her shoulder, which made me laugh.
Once everyone was gone, we closed the door, and she fell against it.
“That was a success.”
“Yeah, aside from Lenny being a dickhead.”
She chuckled just as someone knocked at the door. She tossed me a wink. “Someone must not want the party to end.”
She pulled the door open, and I immediately moved forward and stepped in front of her because I didn’t recognize the middle-aged man standing on the other side.
“Can I help you?” My tone was hard because a stranger being here this late was never a good thing.
“Is Savannah Abbott-Woodson here?” He glanced over my shoulder at her.
“Yes. That’s my wife.”
“You’ve been served. Have a nice evening.” He held the envelope in front of him, and I snatched it from his hand before slamming the door.
“What do you think it is?”
“No idea,” I said, handing the envelope to her.
She tore it open and stared down at it. “Sheana Wilson is suing me for the inheritance and asking for a second look at Abe’s will. I should have expected this. She preyed on a lonely elderly man, and she walked away with a lot of money. But she clearly wants more.”
“I’ll call River. We’ll figure this out. Don’t worry about it. There’s a will for a reason.” I pulled out my phone and typed out a text to River.
“I already started the process for my dad to get into the trial.”
“Sav,” I said, my voice serious, and she turned to look at me, and I saw the concern in her honey-brown gaze. “We’ve got this. I promise.”
And I didn’t care what it took, it was a promise I intended to keep.
eighteen
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Savannah
There wasa knock on my bedroom door. I hadn’t slept much, as a million thoughts were going through my mind. What if Sheana had a fair legal argument? I’d started the renovations on the farmhouse, and most importantly, my father’s health was dependent on this money. I also had a lot of anxiety about the fact that I’d pulled Hayes into this mess. What if we got caught? How would that affect him?
I pulled the door open, and he stood there wearing a pair of navy joggers and a white hoodie. “Did you get any sleep?”
“Not really.” I shook my head. “What if she digs into our marriage? I’m so sorry for dragging you into this. I promise you I will take full responsibility.”
“Hey, hey.” He pulled me into a hug. “I’m not worried about that. We’re allowed to get married. We have a history; we don’t have to explain anything. River, Nash, and Emerson are on their way over now. We need to get ahead of this.”
“How do we do that?” I asked.
The knock on the front door had us both walking towardthe entryway, and River walked in first, with Nash and Emerson behind him. They’d brought coffee and muffins, and it still caught me off guard the way they all supported one another.
The way they were supporting me because I was Hayes’s wife.
In theory, at least.
“Thanks for being here,” I said, as we made our way to the kitchen.
“Ride or die, you know how this works,” River said, and the three guys all gave one another a fist bump. “So, this area of expertise is not my specialty, and we need to bring in someone better suited to handle this. There’s a lot of money at stake, and this needs to be handled correctly.”
