Plans

Damion

I smiled. “I don’t think the money will change me. At least, I hope it doesn’t. It hasn’t so far.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I had the money before I came back.”

Her mouth dropped open. “What? You have it? I thought you said you had to wait six months.”

I nodded. “I did. Or so I was told. When I went to Harvey to ask about the will and where the farm would go if I turned it down, he told me you and he had talked. He said you told him you were impressed with what I had done and that I was taking it seriously. I told him it didn’t matter and had him draw up the documents to give you the farm. I told him to give the money to charity or whatever. I was in New York when I got the documents in the mail saying the accounts had been transferred to my name. A rather large check was included.”

She shook her head. “You turned down the money?”

I nodded. “I did.”

“But you have it now?”

“I do. I’ll admit I bought the SUV with cash. It didn’t make sense to carry a loan and pay interest.”

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