His Convenient Husband: Innamorati, Book 1 by J. L. Langley Page A

You knew what was in the will.”
    Tucker raised a brow at Duncan, trying for intimidation, but the man stayed focused on Micah. It was probably in poor taste to have the will read so soon following the funeral, but Tucker wanted his uncle gone. Duncan’s presence was wearing on Dad.
    Tucker had hoped that Duncan would let things go when he heard what was in the will, but the flutter in Tucker’s stomach and Duncan’s outrage attested to the futility of that.
    Leaning back in the chair, Tucker propped his booted feet on the desk and hoped like hell Micah didn’t commence to pounding the shit outta Duncan. From the looks of Micah, he was running low on patience. And Tucker hadn’t helped any by taking the seat behind the desk. Micah was used to being in the place of power, and why not? Dad and AJ encouraged it, but Tucker was now in control of the situation, so Micah was going to have to get used to it. “Duncan—”
    AJ bolted from the chair, banged his fist on the top of the old oak desk and glared at Duncan. “You’ve no right! Just who the fuck do you think you are? You aren’t even part of this family, you back-stabbing bastard. And speaking of which, where’s your whore?” AJ slammed his fist down again, making the penholder bounce and topple. Pens and pencils spilled off the front of the desk.
    In rapt fascination, Tucker watched Duncan flinch at AJ’s outburst. It was a spectacular show of pique, but it wasn’t getting them anywhere. Whooping Duncan’s ass might actually be fun, but it was counterproductive. Tucker wanted the man gone and the easiest way to do that was to make it clear there was nothing else for him here now that Granddad was gone. Although maybe intimidation would keep Duncan from contesting the will.
    Jumping out of his chair, Dad made a grab for the pens. “Damn it, AJ, sit your ass down and stop the hollerin’. Just because Duncan’s an asshole doesn’t mean you have to be.”
    “Fuck you, Jeff.” Duncan turned his glare from Micah to Dad, but the statement had very little heat behind it. He sighed, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. He looked tired too.
    Standing from the fireplace hearth, Micah smiled and helped Dad pick up the mess AJ had made.
    “But, Daddy—” AJ started.
    “Don’t but Daddy me.” Dad rose from picking up a pen and pointed it at AJ, ignoring Duncan altogether. “Sit!”
    AJ shut right up, dropping back into the beat-up brown leather desk chair with a groan.
    “Your mother left me several years ago. Found some other sap with a bigger bank account.” Duncan glanced up at Jeff. “Go ahead, say I told you so, and crow about how you were right.”
    “What good would that do?” Jeff raised a brow. “I’d say from the looks of it, you figured that out.”
    Ouch. If Tucker hadn’t been so worried over the outcome of the ranch, he might have laughed at the non-confrontational jab his dad threw at Duncan.
    Tucker cleared his throat to gain everyone’s attention. “Duncan, my marriage is none of your business, but I’m the first to marry and the ranch is being put in my name, end of story. From now on if you’ve something to say, you’ll say it to me, not Micah.”
    Micah’s head popped up from behind the desk. He scowled at Tucker then went back to picking up the clutter on the floor.
    Tucker noted the warning gleam in those baby browns. Irritated or not, Micah looked much better these past few days. He had his contacts in instead of glasses, so the lack of bags under his eyes was apparent. Now, if Tucker could just keep him from overworking himself again…
    AJ whispered something else Tucker couldn’t make out, and Micah chuckled. Micah’s mirth shot right through Tucker. He liked that sound. That was the Micah Tucker was used to. Tucker grinned. That was the Micah he loved, not the tired, grouchy—
    Oh damn. A lump formed in Tucker’s throat. He swallowed, trying to push the thought away, but he couldn’t. He did love Micah. He