Becky Chambers nearly slipped to the floor as she leaned forward on the wooden seat in the office of Fernandez, Greeson, and Dunn, Attorneys at Law. She knew she looked obvious, glaring at the man waving his copy of the will in front of poor Attorney Harold Greeson's face, but she didn't want to miss a thing--there was too much at stake.

The muscle twitching to the side of the man's left eyebrow held her attention, until she pulled her gaze free and settled on his face. He was no doubt handsome in his navy pinstripe suit and obviously starched white shirt, she'd give him that, but the flame red color speeding from his solid, squared jaw line over his lips, and up to his hairline, took away from his rugged appeal. Yes, he was handsome, and mad as hell--at her.

Geez, she'd have to be careful or risk losing everything. Everything she'd ever dreamed of.

"He had to be insane to write this will! My uncle would never have done this to me!" the man shouted.

Attorney Greeson paused.

Becky wondered if he was working up his nerve to confront the man. That was her best guess as the lawyer peered over his Benjamin Franklin-type glasses.

"Please sit down, Mr. Lawson. Perhaps ... I can explain..."

"Explain? Explain how or why my Uncle Nate left half of my land to..." The man turned and wagged a finger toward Becky. "Her?"

Whoa! At first she pulled back, then leaned forward. He didn't scare her, whoever he was. "Hey, wait a minute..." Becky straightened in her seat. "Look, buddy, I didn't ask for..." Control yourself, Chambers. Good luck has never fallen into your lap before. Don't blow it! She aimed a smile at him and clenched her teeth.