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there’s a codicil granting Ty controlling interest in Brandt Morgan Entertainment.”
    â€œTom left the hotel to Ty?”
    â€œNot quite. I said controlling interest in Brandt Morgan. You still own twenty-five percent of it.”
    â€œDoes Ty know about this?” she asked. She didn’t know what she was going to tell Evan about the hotel. She was already dreading that conversation. She’d agreed to sell it to him and they’d all but signed the deal. Now it seemed all bets were off.
    â€œNot yet,” Bob said. “I was waiting for Tyrone to arrive before I went over all the details of the will.”
    â€œTyrone?” She almost choked. “Is that Ty’s full name? I would have guessed Tyler or Tyson, but Tyrone?”
    â€œHe’s named after his maternal grandfather, Tyrone Jefferson,” Bob replied, impervious to the laugh that gurgled up in her throat. “He was a good ’un, ol’ Tyrone.”
    â€œSo you knew Ty’s family?”
    â€œYup. I know just about everyone ’round these parts. I grew up here. Moved away to go to law school, but still have plenty of connections.”
    â€œStaying out here at the ranch must save you a lot of inconvenience,” she remarked.
    â€œHell, yeah,” he laughed, “Tom’s place is a second home to me. I’m almost ready to set up a second practice here.”
    Monica sighed. “As much as I hate to do it, I’ll probably sell the place, I know Tom loved it here, but I have absolutely no desire to own a cattle ranch, even with someone else running it. I don’t see the point in being an absentee owner of a business I have no interest in.”
    Bob rubbed his jaw. “I’m afraid that won’t be your call either.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” she asked.
    â€œTom didn’t think you’d give a fig for the ranch, given that you’d never even come out here, so he also bequeathed the Circle B to Ty. Said he always felt bad that Delaney took half of Ty’s place, so he wanted to make it up to him. Ranching ain’t the life for everyone, ’specially women,” Bob said ruefully. “Tom loved his ranch, and he didn’t want to see it sold.”
    Monica wished she understood that kind of attachment. Having travelled from place to place most of her childhood, she’d never known any real home. Since adulthood, she’d worked a seventy- to eighty-hour week and eaten most of her meals out. Her poshly decorated Manhattan apartment wasn’t much more than a place to shower and sleep. Marrying Evan wouldn’t have changed anything in that respect. He was always on the move.
    â€œTom thought Ty would want to hold onto it since he pretty much grew up here,” Bob said. “He also wanted to be sure Ty always had a place to call home in Oklahoma. He hoped Ty would come back here and raise his own family one day. Tom was real sentimental like that.”
    â€œYes he was. I imagine Tom would have loved to have been surrounded by grandkids,” Monica said. In all honesty, she couldn’t care less that Tom had left the ranch to Ty. She had no use for it and strongly suspected she’d be bored out of her mind if she was stuck out here for more than a couple of days.
    Her heart gave a painful contraction that Tom had been denied his dream. Part of her wished she could have granted it, but this wasn’t her kind of life. During their engagement, she and Evan had never even discussed kids. Evan didn’t really like them, and Monica was ambivalent at best. Maybe it was because neither she nor Evan had come from a close family. He despised his, and she’d always felt unwanted in hers. If he’d asked her to, she probably would have agreed to get a tubal. If she had to choose, she’d rather deny herself the experience of motherhood than bring an unwanted child into the world—at least that’s what she’d always