Chapter 63

The next day . . .

As promised, Derek had called Chelsea last night. It was almost midnight; therefore, it wasn’t a long conversation.

“I just needed to tell you I love you,” Derek had said huskily. “And to hear your voice before I fell asleep.

“Oh . . . I see.”

“You’re not going to say it back?”

She had thought for a moment. “No,” she had whispered.

“Why not? You know you do.”

Chelsea exhaled.

“Are you trying to play hard to get?”

“No.”

“Then say it, angel.”

“I love you.”

“That’s my girl. I’ll see you tomorrow at Francis Chadwick’s office for the will reading. We have to be there by nine a.m.”

“I’ll be there.”

Mr. Chadwick’s secretary escorted Chelsea down the hall. They didn’t speak. She stopped at a door and reached for the knob. When she opened the door, Chelsea was surprised She had thought they would b