Denton forced himself up, leaning hard on the table, and drew a sealed yellow envelope from the breast pocket of his jacket.

He tore it open and let the contents fall — Porter’s last will and testament.

“My son was clear,” Denton rasped, pushing it toward me.

“Jennifer is the sole legal executor of his estate and all his voting shares until Cody turns eighteen.

No one else.” The air went out of the room.

Dax’s charm cracked; his jaw clenched so hard I thought something might give.

The relatives whispered in a panicked hush.