Sort of.
I have to shift gears and focus on work that’s been piling up. Quinn can only handle so much. Speaking of . . . I drop my tool bag on the floor and then tap out a quick text to let her know I’m back in the office and to let me know if she needs anything.
I shrug out of my coat and sit at my desk, wiggling the mouse to wake up my computer.
The clock on the wall chimes while the screen flickers to life. It’s already two.
I rub my face.
Focus. I have to finish drafting the update to Mr. Levingston’s living trust and submit it to the court. Maybe before they close at five.
I can do this.
Clicking around, I pull the draft up on one screen and state laws on amending a revocable trust on the other monitor.
The settlor may revoke or amend a revocable trust by substantial compliance with a method provided in the terms of the trust.
Vivien was so beautiful this morning when she answered the door at the farmhouse. She was wearing dusty sweats and a T-shirt and her hair was pulled back, because she was cleaning out some of the unused rooms, but her smile lit up the whole porch.
She looked better than a movie star.
She is a movie star.
She and Graham would be great together. A famous writer, a famous actress.
They are like two golden suns, even if Graham’s face usually resembles a thundercloud.
She would be good for him.
It would be better for everyone if they got together.
It would be even better if I could stop thinking about her and focus on work. Work is my life, not Vivien.
Dear lord, that’s depressing.
My phone vibrates on the desk. For once, I welcome the interruption.
“Hey, Carter. What’s up, man?” I answer.
“You want to go get burgers later? I haven’t had time to go to the store this week.”
“Sure.” It will be good for me to get out of the house. Distract me. Work isn’t working, clearly.
“Are your guests still there? Would they want to go, or are they too posh for greasy diner food?”
“They moved into Beverly’s old place earlier today. Vivien loves Betty’s Diner. Not sure if Audrey has tried it.”
“They are so different.”
“What do you mean?” I pick up my pen, flipping it around my fingers.
“I don’t know. Even though Vivien was so famous, she seems so normal. Audrey is kinda snobby.”
I lean back in my seat. “She’s not that bad, actually. They are different, but Audrey is just younger. Inexperienced.”
There’s a pause. “Did something happen between you two?”
I drop the pen. “Who, me and Audrey?”
