Nate leaned back against the overstuffed chair. “I ate too much.”
Amy shook her head. “You’ve gotten too thin, as it is. We need to fatten you up.”
“You sound just like Brandon.”
Amy smiled at him from her position on the couch. “Great minds, and all that. I think Mr. Brandon Nash is going to fit into our little family rather nicely.” She looked at Mike, who was seated next to her. “Don’t you agree, husband-o-mine?”
He leaned forward to better see Nate. “Actually, I do. Have you guys signed your power of attorney papers yet?”
“No. We have an appointment next week with a lawyer here in town.”
“Well, I want you to cancel it and let me take care of it for you. I can have the papers drawn up tomorrow, and it’s the least I can do after the way I’ve treated you both. I want to do this, Nat
