Adverse Possession (The Anna Albertini Files #3) - Rebecca Zanetti Page 0,61

“I try not to get involved with Saber’s love life, Angel.”

“Is he, or is he not, seeing her to wrap up your case against the gun runners?” I snapped.

“He’s supposed to make sure we have all information, but if he’s dating her, that’s his personal life. He must like her,” Aiden said. “Either way, it’s none of our business.”

It just became mine. That Teddy was looking better than ever.

Chapter 23

An hour before lunch, I walked Mr. McLerrison through his options for a trust and his will, having already created the various documents so he could decide. It was good practice for me, and I enjoyed the transactional work. He chose his options, and Oliver would receive payments upon different birthdays until he turned thirty-five and received the remainder of the estate. We used a trust structure to help offset taxes as best as I could.

“All right. Do you want to take these papers and think about it?” I asked.

“Nope,” McLerrison said, hitching up his jeans. “I’m ready to sign. Let’s do this.”

I looked outside my door to see that Pauley had gone to class. He had a couple of summer classes. “Okay. I might need to go find two witnesses.” Oliver couldn’t be one since he was a beneficiary of the will, and I wanted Clark to notarize it since he was licensed as a notary. “Give me a second.” I walked down the hallway and into the reception area, but only Oliver was there typing away. Hmm. Maybe Cousin Wanda and Bess were available. I opened the door and nearly plowed Darrin and Hailey Jennings over.

“Hi,” I said, stumbling back. Hopefully they weren’t there for a divorce.

Hailey handed over a colorful bouquet of carnations. “Hi. We were bringing you these as a thank you. We decided to keep seeing Dr. Wanda and talk about our problems before doing anything drastic.”

Delight filled me. “Great. Thank you.” I took the fragrant blooms. “Hey, do you mind doing me a favor?”

“Sure,” Darrin said, sticking his hands in his jeans pockets. “What do you need?”

I gestured them inside the office. “I just need you two to witness a client sign his Last Will and Testament. You just sign that you watched him sign, and I’ll need your licenses.” This was kind of fun. I led them back to the conference room, where we met Clark and Mr. McLerrison. The process went off without a hitch, and soon we had a valid Last Will and Testament with a trust. I thanked the kids and then made a copy for my files and gave the original to McLerrison.

Then it was lunchtime. Clark and I ordered in and ate in the conference room.

“We need to get a table in the kitchen,” Clark said, munching on a ham sandwich.

“And a fridge.” I’d opted for a bland salad since I was a little nervous before court. Hopefully I’d get over that soon. “Have you had any flak from the article hinting I was a murderer?”

Clark chewed thoughtfully. “Not yet. It’d be handy if Jolene O’Sullivan wasn’t out to get you.”

“Right?” I said. “I’m glad somebody sees that besides me. Even if I do make good newspaper copy sometimes, she definitely enjoys painting me in a bad light.” I glanced at my watch. “Eeks. I have to go. Wish me luck.”

“Luck,” Clark said, staring at the opening where a fridge should sit.

I fetched my files from my office and poked my head into Kurt’s temporary office. “I have court, but it’s just a few blocks away. I’ll be back probably in an hour.”

He stood and stretched. “We’re walking?”

“It’s a warm summer day,” I said. “Parking at the courthouse is crowded, anyway.” Today I’d worn a light green skirt suit, frilly white shirt, and green pumps that were surprisingly comfortable for walking.

“Okay.” He followed me out of the office and we both said bye to Oliver. “When you’re with me, I’m between the street and you. If I say to duck, you drop to the ground. Got it?”

“Sure.” We walked down the stairs into the sunny day. Darn it. I’d forgotten my sunglasses.

The walk was fragrant from the overflowing hanging baskets from the streetlamps, and soon we arrived at the courthouse. There were entrances from the parking lot and the park side, and today we met Kelsey on the steps by all of the cars.

Her face was pale and pinched.

“It’s fine,” I hastened to say. “This is just a prelim and you don’t have to do anything but listen and