Chapter 11
Andy had spent the whole morning meeting with his father’s accountant—well, one of them—and personal lawyer to try to iron out the details of Charles’s estate. He now had a monumental headache and a sinking suspicion that this wasn’t something he was going to be able to wrap up in a few days. This s**t was going to follow him home, and he was going to have to make multiple trips back to New York over the next several months to get it all handled.
He skirted the front parlor, where Eleanor probably was—as soon as Charles’s body had been removed, she’d retreated there, and hadn’t budged since, that Andy could tell. But he didn’t want to risk encountering her leaving and be forced to tell her all the damn details.
He wanted to take a shower, put on something actually comfortable
