She was driving him nuts.

 He wasn’t used to being waited on. Despite his objections, she would find something else he liked and make sure it was readily available.

 As he began to go out the bedroom door, he picked up the starched handkerchief he had begun wearing in the front pocket. This was one of two habits he hadn’t tried to break. Inevitably, by the end of the day, he would be wiping Willa’s tears with it. His wife was too tenderhearted, and everyone in Treepoint was taking advantage of it. If he didn’t put a stop to it soon, the woman was going to work herself into an early grave.

 He smiled when walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Willa from behind.

 “Good morning, husband.”

 “Good morning, siren.” He slid one hand inside the front of her robe, cupping her breast in his hand.

 She swatted his hand away. “Go sit down; breakfast is ready. I need to get changed. I invited Dustin to bring my accounts by so you’ll quit worrying.”

 “I’m only concerned because you let your customers run up big bills or don’t pay you at all. From what I can tell from what paperwork you have shown me, King and about five other customers are paying you.” Lucky sneaked one of the oatmeal raisin cookies as she placed his plate on the table.

 “I told you I love baking, and my customers pay me when they get paid.”

 “Why does the restaurant of Charles’s father owe such a large bill, then?”

 Lucky was aware Lily’s old boyfriend had gone to school with Willa, also.

 “Oh, he’s behind in taxes, but he’s going to get caught up with me after they’re paid.”

 “Owing taxes didn’t keep him from buying Charles that new truck.”

 Willa poured him a cup of coffee. Bending down, she placed a kiss on his cheek. “You worry too much.”

 “I’m going to talk to them,” Lucky said firmly.

 “Don’t you dare.” She placed the coffee pot back on the burner. “You’ll hurt their feelings.”

 Thankfully, Lucky had just swallowed the bite of bacon he had taken, or he would have choked on that choice of words.

 “I’ve got to go get changed. Promise me you won’t be mean to Dustin if he comes before I get back.”

 When Lucky took another bite of his bacon, remaining silent, Willa went to the cookie jar, taking out a cookie that Lucky saw as she paused by the table.

 “I’ll try.” He took the cookie she handed him, chewing it thoughtfully.

 He needed to start exercising more, or Willa was going to make him fat. He missed the exercise equipment at the clubhouse. He and the brothers would compete to see who could lift the most weights. Missing the time they hung out together grew worse each day.

 He looked up when he saw Dustin standing in the doorway.

 “Willa texted me and told me to come on in.”

 If Lucky hadn’t known Dustin for years, he would have never recognized the young man standing in the doorway. He was wearing a grey suit that was not only clean, but pressed, and his dress shoes were more expensive than the ones on Lucky’s own feet.

 “Fix yourself a plate. Willa left plenty on the counter.”

 “I’ll just pour myself some coffee.” Dustin placed his briefcase on the table before going to the counter.

 Lucky finished his breakfast while Dustin drank his coffee as he opened his briefcase.

 “How long have you been Willa’s accountant?”

 “Since I gained custody of my son. I had gone by Willa’s house to pick up a cake for his birthday. I was a dollar fifty short, but she wouldn’t take the money. I had just earned my high school diploma, and she asked what interested me. I told her money, just joking around, but she offered me a scholarship and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

 “I thought she was crazier than shit, but I worked hard in college and discovered that I have a head for numbers. Then she offered me the job because her accountant wanted to retire. I almost shit myself when he showed me all this, though.” Dustin looked down at the papers in his hand before handing them to him.

 Lucky moved his dirty dishes aside as he began going through the paperwork.

 “Willa’s great-grandfather founded a company that made millions. When her father and his wife passed, Willa inherited as their only child.

 “I didn’t start taking a salary from Willa until she began making money on my investments.” Dustin pointed at one of the columns. “This is the normal commission a broker would make.”

 Dustin began going over the paperwork, intermittently pausing to answer a text.

 “Have you built up other clients?”

 “Rachel and Cash, even though I didn’t want to. Cash threatened to kick my ass if I didn’t. Shade, Angus Berry, Drake, and a couple of investments of King’s.” Dustin paused, answering another text.

 Lucky went through the paperwork for over an hour before he leaned back in his chair, dismayed at what he had found out about his wife. The numbers were so large they were beginning to run together.

 “Exactly how rich is my wife?”

 “I would say richer than God, but I don’t think you would appreciate the analogy,” Dustin joked, getting up to refill his coffee. He sat back down then handed Lucky a lone paper that he had kept to the side. “I need you to sign this.”

 “What is…?” Lucky picked up the paper, going pale as he read over it.

 “It makes you beneficiary of her estate.”

 Lucky tossed the paper to him. “I’m not going to sign that.”

 “It doesn’t matter if you do or not. I just wanted to witness for Diamond that you received a copy.”

 “Diamond?”

 “Knox’s wife is Willa’s attorney. My office is next to hers, and Diamond had to be in court this morning with Tate, so she asked if I would take care of it for her. Willa asked Diamond to explain the way her estate will be split, but since she couldn’t be here, she gave me permission.”

 “Who was the beneficiary before she changed it?” Lucky asked hoarsely.

 ”I’m familiar with the details because I was in the meetings with Diamond when she was writing the will. She wanted my advice on how to split her estate.

 “Willa has several beneficiaries. Seventy percent of her fortune goes to you, but that’s subject to change depending on the number of children you have. It decreases with each child. She wants her children taken care of, but doesn’t want to leave them enough to spoil them.” Dustin’s mouth twitched. “She keeps going back and forth between five and ten percent.”

 “The other thirty percent?”

 “The children she fostered split ten percent, and Lily, Beth, Rachel, Angus Berry, and last week she added Killyama—though I couldn’t understand why, something about a broom—will split the remaining twenty percent.” Dustin’s phone dinged with another incoming text. “This doesn’t include her house and two other investments. The house is paid for and, upon Willa’s death, remains in the direct family, unable to be sold.”