by Sharon Kull

Created on: October 17, 2008

From; SUGAR COOKIE MOON.

"I CALLED YOU here for a very special reason, other than that you've been on vacation and I want to hear all about it," Bud told his lawyer as he grabbed a fistful of suit jacket lapel and hauled the younger man across the front threshold.

"That's what I figured," Logan Fairchild practically squeaked, his feet scrambling to keep up. But at least at 6'1", Logan had a three inch height advantage over this favorite client of his. Not to forget a forty year age gap between them. It would have been a simple matter to prevent himself from being drug, but instead, he accepted this unexpected situation with good grace. If not gracefully. Fancy footwork alone kept him upright.

"We'll talk in the library. Nobody will disturb us in there," Bud announced unnecessarily.

"This has to be important," Logan declared as they entered one of two windowless rooms in the big house. Aside from shelves, other furnishings consisted of a short sofa, a rocking chair and an occasional table.

Releasing his grip on lapels his fingers had wrinkled, the determined geezer used both hands to quietly close the door. He also twisted the one-way passage lock. "Lucky guess, Counselor," Bud said, swinging around in front of him. "I want you to draw up a new Will for me. You can put it on paper later, and I'll sign the thing tomorrow. Now here's the gist..."

"I'm supposed to remember?" Logan muttered in surprise. "I don't have a recorder with me."

"I guarantee you won't forget a word I say."

Bud Jones was right. Logan might not ever forget. As a matter of fact, it was highly unlikely he'd be able to deliberately erase those words from his mind.

"Are you crazy?" was all he was able to croak, blue eyes wide open in disbelief.

"You can safely bet every sandy blond hair on your head, that I mean every word!"

"Are you crazy?"

"You're repeating yourself. Is this some kind of a lawyer's trick way of questioning a client?"

"Certainly not." Logan squinted at Bud. "Are you crazy?"

"There he goes again," Bud grumbled in growing exasperation as he began circuiting the room. Pacing ended after a lap and a half. Leaning back against a wall of loaded bookshelves, folding his arms across his chest, he crossed one ankle over the other. His grin was a combination of showmanship and triumph.

A single brow arched, lending a comical expression to an otherwise very handsome face. Logan had been told, on more than one occasion, that he should have taken up modeling instead of lawyering. This, by females, of course.

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