When we landed at home, I rushed to get through my work. I didn't want to see her. I was afraid of what she'd say. I think it was the fastest I'd ever finished and I nearly ran down the gangplank, heading for the sanctity of Ryan's apartment. I was surprised to find Ryan waiting for me at the ticket counter, chatting up Margaret again.
"Hello, Ryan."
"Hey, sis!" He winked at her and gave me a huge hug. "Have a good flight?"
"Maybe I should ask
you
that question."
"She's cute. I couldn't help myself." He grinned, dusting his shoulders off as if he was wearing an expensive suit instead a jacket and jeans. "She gave me her number."
"Well, good for you, but don't piss her off. Remember, I have to work with her."
"Work, shmerk." He took my carry-all from my shoulder and put his arm around me. "She won't cause you any problems once she gets a little of Sir Pumps-A-Lot."
I shook my head at the nickname for his penis and laughed. "You are too much, Ry."
"Hey, Tawnya!" We stopped at the sound of Margaret's voice and watched as she came running up to me. "Sorry, I forgot. Someone left you a message."
"Okay. Thanks." I tucked it into my pocket and ignored my curious brother, waving goodbye to her. "So, bro, what brings you here?"
"A bit of news."
"About?"
"Let's go have some dinner and I'll tell you."
We chose a Japanese steak place and he told me that he had overheard his mother mentioning something about a second will when she was talking to her lawyer. The problem was that the old lawyer had died and since his files had been burned in a suspicious fire at the storage center, there was no trace of it, something that played in my stepmother's favor. But I knew my father. He kept extra copies of everything. I just had to find out where it was before she did and destroyed it.
