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boat and the paintings and Grandma’s china…it doesn’t belong to us anymore?”
    He turned to face her. “Anything in this house that you personally bought stays with you—your clothes, artwork, your car, anything you bought for your son—but the rest will go to refund what Harry’s clients lost.”
    “So I have no savings, no portfolio, no trust fund, and we have to move. Is that it in a nutshell?”
    “Harry was able to secure another five thousand in cash for you.” James reached into his briefcase—a gift from Harry—and handed her an envelope, which she took automatically. “You have some jewelry that’s yours, right?”
    “I guess so,” she said. James knew exactly what she had, as it was listed on the insurance forms. Nothing spectacular—some aging pearl necklaces, a few antique stickpins from her grandmother. All in all, maybe worth another couple grand. Parker wasn’t the type to drape herself in diamonds or redecorate or buy a sports car—she drove a Volvo Cross Country that was a good five or six years old. She didn’t even travel that much. She was more like the Welles family of yore—quieter, old-money New England wealth.
    Harry was the new breed—make sure the world knew how much you had by spending every cent.
    And even though she’d handed him his nuts on a platter a few years ago, he couldn’t help feeling really shitty about the whole situation. “I know this is a lot to take in,” he said gently, and she cut her eyes over to him. Yikes.
    “I suppose there was no way you could’ve given me a heads-up, Thing One.”
    “No. I’m sorry. Attorney-client privilege.”
    “Hope that lets you sleep at night.”
    “Moving on,” James continued, “you do own the house in Maine.”
    “Which house in Maine?”
    Rich people. Honestly. “Your great-aunt Julia Harrington left you a house when she died six years ago. Ring a bell?”
    She frowned. “Oh, my gosh, right. I was just about to have Nicky when she died. Where is it? I never did make it up there.”
    James kept his expression neutral. How do you forget about inheriting a house? “The house is in Gideon’s Cove,” he said, handing Parker the folder. “North of Bar Harbor.” He knew the town…or he did once. His bachelor uncle owned a bar up there, and James had spent a couple of summers with him as a teenager.
    “So I could sell that, right?” Parker asked, her expression brightening a little. “Sell the house and have a nest egg?”
    “You could,” James said. He didn’t know which house was hers, though he had a copy of the deed. If he remembered, Shoreline Drive had some nice places on it.
    “Fine.” She was quiet for a minute. “I’ll go up there when Ethan and Lucy take Nicky on vacation, slap on some paint and get it listed with a real-estate agent.”
    “Sounds like a plan,” he said. His own experience was that life was rarely that easy, but for her sake, he hoped it was.
    “You reminded her about the house?” Harry asked, striding back into the room.
    “Yes, sir,” he answered.
    “Good. Parker, James knows the area. He’ll go with you and check out the property.” Right. She’d love that. God save him.
    “He’ll go with you,” Vernon agreed.
    “No, he won’t,” Parker said. “But thanks all the same, Thing One.”
    “Don’t be foolish,” Harry said sharply. “You’ll need help.”
    Parker turned to James, her eyes about as warm as Apollo’s. “Thing One, my father is so very kind to offer your services, but no thank you.”
    “Fine,” Harry said. “Do whatever you want. You always do. We’ll be in touch.”
    “Harry,” she began, standing up. There was the pinkie squeeze again. “Are you sure I can’t do anything for you?”
    “I’ll be fine.” He flashed her a toothy smile that was so far from sincere it made James wince. Then Harry strode back out, looking every bit the master of Wall Street he used to be, Vernon murmuring on his heels.
    And James, he well knew, was