“You both look fantastic,” Providence said, easing into the cushioned chair.
“How’d I get lumped into this?” her dad asked.
“You weren’t looking so hot yourself.” Providence flipped him a playful smile.
Her mom sat back down and patted Gordon’s thigh. “As always, your dad was my rock.”
“Where are Randy and Lizzie?” Providence asked, relieved they weren’t underfoot.
“They extended their weekend,” her dad explained. “They were having so much fun sailing, they said they’d be home later tonight.”
“Are you going to ask them to move out?” Providence asked.
“I’d like to,” her dad replied.
“I think it’s time,” her mom agreed. “Dad and I are bringing up the subject tonight. We’re giving them a couple of weeks to find something.”
“He claims he’s a realtor, so that should be easy,” Providence said.
“We aren’t sure he’s actually working,” her dad said. “The realtors we know put in long hours.”
“And they’re always on the phone or email with clients,” her mom added. “Plus, they drive them around and show them homes. Randy is here a lot.”
Providence tucked her hair behind her ear. “I don’t think he’s a realtor, either.” She hoped they’d go through with their decision to kick him and Lizzie out. Both her folks seemed more relaxed with them gone.
“What’s the deal with your Will, Mom?” Providence asked. “I saw it on the kitchen table a while ago.”
“Randy asked to see it.”
“And?”
“I explained to him that I’ve left everything to Dad. If he passes first, you three each get one third of the estate. And that I made you the executrix.”
“What did he think of that?”
“He told me he should be the executor, since he’s the oldest.”
A chill slithered down her spine.He wants control of Mom’s estate.
“But I’m not dying, so enough of that,” her mom said. “How are you doing, dear?”
I’ve fallen in love with an assassin who has a child Annabel’s age…and I’m being investigated for murder.
“Before I answer that, I’m going to grab an iced tea. Any takers?”
Her parents declined.
As Providence headed into the kitchen, she spied a pile of magazines and a pair of scissors in the corner.
She opened a bottle of iced tea, poured herself a glass, and returned to the porch. “I thought the old magazines went to the dump weeks ago.”
“Lizzie is working on a preschool project,” her dad explained. “So, she kept some.”
“Providence, what’s been going on with you?” her mom asked.
While she wanted to tell her folks about Dakota and Sammy, she decided to wait. Her mom was improved, but not recovered. “I’ve got a new marketing client that’s been keeping me busy, and I stepped in to help Stryker at his club, but that gig is winding down.”
“You work so much, honey. What happened to getting out and socializing?”
