“I only stepped foot in this godforsaken mausoleum to finally wash my hands of it,” Pádraig barked. “You’re telling me I came all the way from Scotland for nothing?” Aidan and I exchanged a quick glance, and a slow smile spread across my face. He really was a damned fine solicitor, and the only estate planner I’d be referring my clients to from here on out. “You didn’t come for nothing. You came to grant Tadhg’s greatest wish: that Willow Haven stays in the family. It’s not personal. Just business,” I said. “Now get the fuck out of my home.”
