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I reached over, placed my hand on hers, and gave her a small smile.
“Ava, Charles has left you everything else. The money from the sale of his condo, his life insurance policy, and his bank accounts.”
“You can’t be serious,” I said.
“I am. Besides a few friends, he didn’t have any family. You’ve always been like a daughter to him. He wanted to make sure you were taken care of before he passed. All the funds will be deposited into your bank account in a few days. As soon as the check for the life insurance comes in, I’ll give you a call.”
After Charlotte dropped me off at my apartment, I pulled my phone from my purse and went through my text messages to see if I’d missed anything important. Freya answered all of my messages from my clients. She was always good at keeping up with my business when she was out. I noticed I had a couple of messages from Grayson that were left unanswered. It was best that I left them that way.
CHAPTER12
Grayson
I went up to the rooftop for a cup of coffee. When I stepped off the elevator, I saw Christian sitting at one of the tables. Grabbing a cup, I walked over and sat across from him.
“Hey.” He smiled. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much.” I sighed.
“Have you heard from Ava yet?”
“No, and I don’t think I will. I just can’t believe what Simon told me.”
“I heard about that,” he said.
“The more I think about her, the angrier I get.”
“Then you need to put it to rest by going to see her and getting some answers. Here’s what I think.” A smirk crossed his lips. “I think you’re falling for her.”
“No, I’m not.” I brought the cup to my lips.
“You can’t fool me, cousin. It was only a matter of time.” His pager went off. “Shit. I have to go. We’ll talk later.” He stood up, threw his cup in the trash can, and walked away.
I sighed as I ran my hand down my face. Maybe Christian was right. I needed to find exactly who this woman was.
I drove to her apartment after I left the hospital. I didn’t know if she was home or not, but I took my chances. Entering her building, I took the elevator up to the fifth floor and knocked on her door.
“Grayson, what are you doing here?”
“We need to talk. Can I come in?”
“Now isn’t really a—”
“Too bad, Ava. I sent you a couple of text messages, and you never responded. We need to talk.”
She sighed as she gestured for me to come inside.
“Can I get you something to drink?” she asked as I followed her into the kitchen.
“No, thanks.”
She pulled out a bottle of wine and poured some into a glass.
“Why didn’t you respond to my messages?” I asked.
“I’ve been busy, Grayson. Just like you were too busy to call me that night like you said you would. Then I don’t hear from you for a week, and you come over here wanting to know why I didn’t respond to your messages?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t call. It’s just—”
