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“Yes. When is a good time for us to meet to get the transfer taken care of?”
“Um, can we do it on a weekend so that my husband can be there?”
“Yes. He’ll be required to sign off, since he gets a portion in his name as well.”
“Okay. Yes. Um, a Saturday, please.”
“How about this Saturday?”
“This Saturday is Christmas Eve.”
“Yes, but the sooner we get this taken care of, the better.” He sounds so much like my father. Cold. Emotionless. Working on holidays, not a care for his family. Part of me wants to say no, but I know his type. Me refusing this weekend won’t keep him from the office.
“Saturday works fine.”
“Great. Can you give me your email address, and I’ll send you our address?”
I rattle off my email address and confirm Saturday morning at nine for our meeting and end the call.
Shaking out of my stupor, I head to my car. It’s on the way to my in-laws’ that I realize I didn’t ask him how much money.
“I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?” Ryder says from his seat next to me.
“Ten million dollars. Five is to be issued in your name, Mr. Kincaid, and the other five to your wife.”
“Is this a joke? Is my father here somewhere?”
“No. In fact, your father doesn’t know about the trust. Only your grandfather and myself. Should something have happened to me before this meeting, an associate of mine would have taken over the account.”
“They didn’t know?”
“No. Here.” He hands me a small envelope. “From your grandfather.”
Taking the note with shaking hands, I pull out a small notecard.
My Dearest Jordyn,
I worked too much. I didn’t make time for my family, and I see that in my son, your father. It’s at the end of a man’s life where he can truly see the error of his ways. I know my son and the greed that lives inside him and his wife. I never want you to have to struggle. Take this money and live your dreams. Find your passion and be happy.
All my love,
Grandpa Mathis
Tears track my cheeks because he was always so cold and distant growing up, and this is completely unexpected.
Mr. Matthews gives us each what feels like a million papers to sign, and sends us on our way.
Ten million dollars richer.
In the car, we’re both quiet. Ten million dollars is a lot of money, but I know what I want to do with it. “We have to pay Ramsey back. I don’t know if we can figure out how much she paid the PI, but I want to pay her back.”
“Okay,” Ryder agrees.
“I want to buy a boutique. I saw there was some space next to Palmer’s studio. I want to open up my own space to sell clothes.”
“Okay,” my husband says again, with a huge smile on his face.
“I want to build a place. A home for us, but I also want to build another building. I want a place with a huge kitchen, play and nap areas for the kids, and a kitchen table big enough for all of us to sit and have family dinners. A barn or something that’s finished on the inside.”
“What?” Ryder asks.
“Our family, Ryder. We’re growing leaps and bounds and we’re all adding babies. I want a place where we can all sit on a couch, or at the kitchen table and a place the kids can be kids, and the adults can be adults. Can we find enough land for our house and that space? I want them to be separate. That way, our family can use the other anytime they need it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I don’t care if we use every dime. I want that space for our family.”
“I fucking love you. Every piece of that big heart of yours, Jordyn Kincaid.”
“I love you too.”
EPILOGUE JORDYN
Jordyn
It’s amazing what money can do. I shouldn’t be surprised by that with the way that I was raised, but this is different. This is using money for good. For a growing family who opened their hearts and their homes to me and made me feel as if I was one of them long before I was.
Here we are two weeks shy of six months from the day I found out about my trust, and Kincaid Central, as the twins like to call it, is complete. Ryder and I found some land not far from his parents’ place, and we decided to build the family building first. Our home is next. We don’t want anything over the top. Just a nice three-bedroom ranch with a basement. We meet with the builder to finalize plans next week.
Ramsey wouldn’t let us pay her back. Instead, she told me to put the money into the family building. Everyone loved the idea, and for me, it was my way of giving back to the people who have given me so much. So, just as Ramsey suggested, I put it into the building.
