Chapter 1

"I need you at my grandfather's estate immediately. How fast can you get here?" Bridger asked Colter as he paced the library on the first floor of good ole Grandad's ridiculously opulent home.

"What the fuck are you doing at that asshole's house, Bridger?"

Bridger could hear the sound of cars and the echo of the parking garage, which meant his longtime partner in business, life, and the bedroom was already getting in the car. Thank fuck.

"His lawyer summoned me a few hours ago, so I came."

Colter grumbled under his breath. "Nothing good ever comes from a visit to your grandfather's."

"Oh, you have no idea. Drive fast." Bridger hung up without waiting for a response. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Colter the details of the past hour over the phone, and he needed to think.

Wandering toward the window, he set his palms on the sill and took deep breaths, staring out at nothing.

"Fuck," he muttered. His grandfather had had a lot of hair-brained ideas over the years. The man had always been eccentric. He'd been bedridden and seemingly on his last leg for the past few months.

However, as far as his lawyer was concerned, Benjamin Arnoult was of sound mind and body. In fact, the lawyer had left twenty minutes ago, a cocky smile on his face as he'd patted his briefcase where he'd stowed his client's latest will and testament.

If only the man had stayed for the second half of Benjamin's speech. His eyes would have bugged out, and he would not have smirked in Bridger's direction on his way out.