Page 96 of Crazy for You
Nan gripped my leg. “What has you so nervous? I told you, Mr. Wilson said we would work things out.”
Five days had passed since I’d learned the updated trust documents had never made their way to Mr. Wilson.
“Is Aunt Clara coming?” The lawyer had returned from his trip only the day prior to discuss who would be my guardian. He’d mentioned to Nan how important it was for Aunt Clara to be at the meeting.
She’d decided to stay in town for the funeral and had been very accommodating in assuring us she would help however she could.
“She’ll be here,” Nan reassured me. “What’s got you on edge?”
I bit a nail. “I’m worried about Colton.” The rehab facility where his dad was a patient had given the green light for family to visit. Colton had debated about whether to go or not. He had a football game that night and didn’t want to miss it, but he couldn’t let his mom down. More than that, if he wanted to build any kind of relationship with his dad, he had to show his support. Still, Colton wasn’t sure how he and his dad would get along now that Mr. Caldwell wasn’t drinking.
“Are you sure it’s just Colton?” Nan asked. “You haven’t been yourself since you met your birth mom.”
I couldn’t decide if I was ready to hear why she’d given me up, her excuses or, for that matter, whether I was ready to welcome her into my life as if nothing had happened.
I had advice flying at me from everyone. Georgia, Nan, and Mia insisted that I listen to Ashley. But my emotions were too raw.
The only people who weren’t trying to tell me what I should do were Colton and Grady. I didn’t expect Grady to give me counsel. He had, however, told me that his dad had a thing for Ashley. I could see that. She was pretty. His dad was handsome.
“I’ll be fine. I just want to get through the funeral. Then I’ll take the next step.”
“Is Ashley still in town?” Nan asked.
I traded one nail for another. “Apparently. She and Mr. Dyson have been having dinner every night.”
“Oh.” Nan’s voice rose in pitch.
“I guess they like each other.”
“She’s not married, then?” Nan asked.
I shrugged. “I guess not.”
A long beep echoed in the room. “Yes, sir,” the receptionist said into her phone’s headset. “I’ll let them know.” She looked up at Nan and me, her brown eyes apologetic. “Mr. Wilson is just finishing up a call. He should be done momentarily.” She resumed typing.
Nan’s phone went off, and she fished in her purse. “Maybe this is your aunt. I’m going to step outside.”
No sooner had Nan gone than a door opened behind the receptionist. Mr. Wilson sauntered out, dressed in a dark-green button-up shirt, no tie, and black slacks, holding a folder in one hand. “Carol, can you make sure this gets filed before the courthouse closes today?”
Nodding, she took the folder.
Mr. Wilson grinned my way as his long legs carried him across the pristine, shiny white floor. “Skyler, it’s so nice to see you. I’m so sorry for your loss.” He scanned the room. “Where’s Nan and your aunt?”
I brushed off my jeans as I stood. “Nan’s outside. Not sure of my aunt.”
He pinched his clean-shaven jaw with his fingers. “Mmm. It’s important your aunt shows today. But I don’t have an appointment after this, so it’s all good. Why don’t we get settled? Carol will show Nan and your aunt in.”
Once Mr. Wilson and I were in his office, he waved his hand at a small conference table. “Please, have a seat.” He went over to his desk. “I’m sorry I didn’t respond to your email. And I can’t tell you how upset I am at the mail system for losing your father’s documents.”
I slid into a rolling leather chair. “It’s not your fault. But can you do something to switch guardians?”Please say yes.Aunt Clara wasn’t as bad as I remembered, and I thought we would get along just fine, but my friends, my home, everyone and everything I’d ever known were there. More importantly, I would die if I had to leave Colton.
He sifted through a pile of folders on his desk. “As long as your aunt signs over her rights.”
She’d told Nan she would.
Then he collected a large leather binder before heading over to me. “I understand you met Ashley?”
“Yes, sir. Did you talk to her?”
