Page 51 of My One

“Yes?”

“I’m Andrea Johnston, an attorney in Beverly Hills.”

“Okay?” I questioned as Nic and I walked out of the building and toward the rental car.

“I was advised by your father’s office manager that he’s passed.”

“Yes,” I replied, and slid into the car. “And my mother.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you.”

“I was calling because your father had a will.” My eyes cut toward Nicole, and she furrowed her brows in question.Fuck.“Would it be possible for you to come in and meet with me?”

“Yes, but it needs to be soon. I’m in California, but heading back to New York where I live on Sunday.”

“I can meet now,” she advised.

“My wife and I can be there in about two hours. We’re coming from Santa Barbara.”

“I’ll let my secretary know.”

Andrea gave me her address, and I hung up the phone before turning to Nic. “My father had a will.”

“Shit,” she breathed.

“I guess it’s better to know now before we go to the funeral home.”

“Yeah,” Nic agreed with a slight nod. She reached over and grabbed my knee, giving it a squeeze as I put the address for Andrea’s office into the GPS. “I’m sorry all of this is happening.”

“Would have eventually, right?”

“Not like this.”

I put the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking spot. “I know. At least now I can show you where I grew up.”

“We’re going there?”

“Well, we’re driving through on the way to Beverly Hills, but on the way back, if we have time, we’ll stop in Ventura.” I turned the car in the direction of the highway.

“Beverly Hills? Like 90210 Beverly Hills?”

I chuckled. “Yeah.”

“Like Rodeo Drive Beverly Hills?”

My grin widened. “Yeah, baby.”

“There’s not enough days to do everything I want to do in this state.”

“There’s always next year.”

“Unless we have a baby.”

My gaze cut to her. “People travel with babies.”

“I’m not traveling with a newborn.” Nicole crossed her arms over her chest.