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day to pressure Grace about the baby. His father wouldn’t discuss it over the phone, so Nick promised to drive out and see him after work.He replaced the receiver and spent another hour working before closing up.
    As he walked through his secretary’s station he smiled. “See you tomorrow, Jeananne.”
    â€œHave a good evening,” she answered.
    â€œThanks, I will,” he said as he left, wondering if his father was going to make another plea that would mean dealing with Grace. He couldn’t imagine any other reason for the request to drive out and see him again. They went months without seeing each other. Twice in one day had to mean something was brewing.
    Nick drove through the estate, up the winding driveway past the statuary and fountains. He continued to the back, the easiest way in, greeting the staff and heading this time for his father’s favorite living area.
    Still in his cardigan and slippers, Eli smiled. “Thanks for coming. I want to talk further about this problem of Michael.”
    â€œI figured you did.”
    â€œWould you like to join me in a drink? I have a fine bottle of red wine.”
    â€œSure, Dad. Let me,” Nick said, crossing the room to the bar where a bottle of red wine had already been placed on the counter with two crystal glasses beside it.
    He uncorked the bottle to pour the Pinot Noir.
    â€œSo how are profits this month?” Eli asked.
    â€œBetter than last month,” Nick answered, picking up their drinks. “I have a land deal in North Dakota that will be good I think.”
    â€œI don’t worry that you’ll ever spread yourself too thin even though you do take risks.”
    â€œYou recognize you have to take risks,” Nick said. “I learned that from you.”
    â€œHere’s to success,” Eli said, lifting his glass of wine.
    Nick sat in a navy wing chair facing his father and lifted his glass. “I’ll gladly drink to that. So what’s up?”
    Eli smiled. “I’m aware how persuasive you can be when you want to be. I’m going to do a little arm-twisting myself. Nick, I want my grandbaby in my life. I’m counting on you to see to it that my wish is granted.”
    â€œI’ve tried. With Bart signing away his rights and declaring that he wanted nothing to do with the baby, there’s little I can do.”
    â€œYou made tentative overtures about my seeing Michael. I want Michael legally my grandson and to have my name. I intend to get what I want.”
    Now Eli sounded like himself and not a frail, aging man. Nick wondered where the conversation was going and what his dad had in mind.
    â€œI talked to my lawyer today. Harvey came out to the house after lunch. I hate to do this, Nick, but I don’t think you’re taking me seriously or are convinced about how much I want my grandson in my life.”
    â€œWrong. I’m definitely taking you seriously,” Nick said as he braced for another odious assignment.
    â€œWell, you will now. As of this afternoon, I have two new wills. One leaves the bulk of my estate, the houses, my possessions to you with a trust for Michael and five million when he reaches twenty-one. The other will leaves my sizable fortune to charity with the exception of this house and one million to you.”
    â€œYou’re cutting me out of your will,” Nick said, shocked and staring at his father.
    â€œI hope not. I don’t want to have to use that will. If you get Grace Wayland to agree to allowing me to legally have Michael declared a Rafford and to let me know him, I will shred that will and you will get the bulk of everything I own. Otherwise, Nick, your inheritance is cut. You won’t starve orbe broke—you’re a multimillionaire already—but I’m worth a lot and I’m sure this will give you an incentive.”
    â€œDamn it, Dad, I can’t move that woman to do what she doesn’t want to do