Ryan leaned forward across the desktop, his gaze shifting from Cole to Meg. Cole decided the comment must have been directed toward Meg, because he knew exactly why he was here. Over Labor Day, Ty and Joy had told him they were finally getting around to making a will. When Joy said she’d love him to raise Charlie if anything happened to them, something in her eyes had confirmed his long-held suspicions. Of course, he’d said yes. He’d been a part of Charlie’s life since the boy was born. The only way Cole would let anyone else raise the child was over his dead body. He glanced at Meg. Her eyes were focused on Ryan, her head held high. Just like the girl he remembered, she projected an air of supreme confidence. She’d always had high expectations of herself…and others. When she discovered he didn’t measure up, she’d turned on him. Cole clenched his teeth. The funny thing was, right now that memory hurt more than his leg. The attorney steepled his fingers beneath his chin.
