“What's the point of reading the will?” Owen’s voice cracked through the tension like a whip, sharp and brittle with frustration. Raelynn's persistence had clearly worn him to the edge. Now he raked a hand through his graying hair, eyes narrowing as his tone climbed. “Maybe you don’t know this, but,” he said, his words weighted with exasperated triumph, “at your grandmother’s insistence, an amendment was added to the will. You, Raelynn, must marry into the Hart family of ...