Page 6 of Forget That Guy
Georgina Cain would be one of them, I just knew it.
TWO
This, too, shall pass. It might pass like a kidney stone, but it’ll still pass.
—Holly’s secret thoughts
HOLLY
I passed Denver, better known as Sinclair Windsor, coming out of the lawyer’s office.
I wasn’t surprised to see him there.
He and my dad were good friends.
It was understandable that my dad would leave him something.
However, I was very surprised when I got into the lawyer’s office to be told that not only had my dad left the land and the house I was living in to someone else, but he also had stipulations for how I would spend the money that I would be given for his life insurance.
“He wants me to pay all of my school loans off with it?” I asked, numb from what I’d just been told.
“As much as the inheritance will allow,” Trent Sheperd explained.
I swallowed hard. “And the land? Who does that go to?”
I didn’t know what I expected, but hearing “Sinclair Windsor” was not it.
Honestly, I never imagined a life where that land would not be mine.
That was all I ever dreamed of—farming that land and living off of it like the last four generations of Cains had done for hundreds of years—minus one generation that had to sell it to live. Which my mother had helped my father buy back.
And now, that was all out of sight for me.
“Will he let me stay in the house at least?” I asked quietly.
I mean, that was my one and only home.
I…
“That’s something you’ll have to take up with him,” he sighed. “Georgina…”
“Holly,” I corrected him.
He frowned. “Holly?”
“My friends, they call me Holly. I hate Georgina.”
Hate wasn’t a strong enough word.
I loathed it.
Georgina was my mom’s name. My mom had walked out on us when I was young and hadn’t looked back.
I’d stuck with the name for years, because that was what my dad wanted, but eventually started going by Holly when I started college.
It was much nicer to not be known as “that Hollywood starlet that left’s kid.” Which is what happened when anyone heard the name “Georgina Cain.”
My dad had stayed, raised me, and had loved me until his last breath.
