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He nodded, crossing his arms. “I run a food bank here in Charlotte. But when the opportunity arises, I go where the need is.”
Of course he did. My gaze dropped to his shirt. “Guatemala.”
Matthew shrugged. “That’s just one of many. Save The Children helps kids in need all over the world with food, education, and medical attention, including here in the States. They go to the places where it’s toughest to be a kid.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Wow. And you—just pick up and go help?”
“When I can afford it,” he said. “Sometimes that takes me to some crazy places, and sometimes it makes for a scattered life,” he said, walking to the door we’d entered through. “Sometimes I wish I was wired to work an eight to five with someone to come home to and family to celebrate holidays and watch football with and talk about the old days growing up—but felonies and grand theft auto and arson aren’t really in my wheelhouse so—family or not, maybe you need to go.”
I blinked and listened to the air leaving and filling my lungs. To the clock behind him ticking away the seconds. Then I rose to my feet. “Mr. Wexley, our family lawyer, has been trying to reach you concerning the will,” I said slowly.
He held up a hand. “I’m not interested in more of his money. I tried to get him to stop the payments to my mom after she died, but he wouldn’t. So it got donated to various shelters.” He ran a hand over his face. “Every month.”
“Well, you’re also the executor,” I said. He gave me a look of disbelief. “I know, but that’s what he did. And it needs to be finalized,” I said. “He evidently left you a considerable trust—”
“I don’t want it,” he said, more firmly.
“I understand that, believe me,” I said wryly. “But you might need it one day. Think of all the good you could do. For your food bank. For that organization.” I waved toward his shirt.
“Faith—”
I held up both hands, ready to scream over the topic. “It’s a done deal, Matthew. I’m just the messenger. And like it or not, you got it all, so do the lawyer a favor and just take care of business, okay?”
Matthew narrowed his gaze. “What does that mean?”
I let out a breath. “It’s not just money.”
“You obviously have my address,” he said wearily. “Throw whatever it is in the mail.”
I snickered. “The shipping would be a little tricky.”
“What’s too tricky to throw in a box?”
“Well...” I glanced at Adam, then turned back to my brother. “It’s a church.”
