5
CATHERINE
“Since you own the house, you should stay, or at least keep it and use it for vacations,” Cara said as she stirred her straw around in her drink.
The Barking Dog was more brewpub than dive, with a wall of booths, high top tables and the original bar that had a mirror behind it and a brass rail. The owners had done a fantastic job of making it look like a Wild West saloon, but without the spittoons and poker tables.
I'd joined Cara and her husband, Mike, at one of the booths.
When I'd received the first email from Charlie's executor, I'd recognized the name immediately. Sam Kane.
God. Sam f*****g Kane.
I'd been surprised, for he was only a few years older than me, but if he were one of the few attorneys in town, it was logical for Charlie to use him. But Sam Kane. It had
