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Las Vegas, Nevada
“Son, your father is dying”
Kyle Gilchrist pulled his cell phone away frorown horns “Ma What the hell are you talkin’ about? You’ve always told me I was an ie patch Or that you were hit by a sperm donor truck”
“Kyle Dean Gilchrist, for once in your life don’t be sarcastic You need to co as soon as possible He wants to see you”
“Who?” he demanded
“Your father”
“All of a sudden I have a father? Who is he?”
“I can’t tell you” A tiny sigh sounded “Look He wants to s”
Kyle’s resentment flared and he attempted to keep his tone even “So why didn’t he call me himself if he’s suddenly all fired up to take on his daddy responsibilities to a grown man?”
“He doesn’t feel you two oughta hold this conversation over the phone Plus, he’s on a respirator”
“And why should I give two shits about hiave a damn about me”
“Believe it or not, he does care about you He always has”
“Why should I believe that?” He couldn’t keep the skepticism from his tone
She blurted, “He’s leaving you an inheritance and he wants to discuss it with you”
Kyle’s beer stopped halfway to his ain?”
“He’s leaving you everything: the land, the cattle, the buildings, whatever cash is left over Everything is yours He had no other children You’re his only heir”
His father An inheritance This was beyond surreal And Kyle had thought last night was an epic mindblower
“Son? You still there?” hisa response
The hotel door opened and she sauntered in His pulse skipped a beat, or seven, as it always did whenever he saw her
She stopped by the bed and asked, “Kyle? Is everything all right?”
He shook his head, still trying to wrap his brain around the bizarre news
His mother demanded, “Who’s that with you?”
“My wife,” Kyle drawled, keeping his eyes focused on the wo
“Your wife? Since when do you get married and not tell me?”