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grandchildren were determined to make amends for some of the worst of the wrongs done. Including what had been done to the Bronsons.
    “Gia Grant says that no matter how much trouble the Bronsons are in,” Derek informed his grandmother, “they have too much pride to take anything from us. Her recommendation was that we just donate money anonymously.... And the anonymity wouldn’t be so bad for us, because then we’d be avoiding any admission of guilt....”
    GiGi shook her head at that suggestion. “I know we need to keep from making any kind of open, public acknowledgment of wrongdoing so we don’t have people coming out of the woodwork to sue us for things the Camdensdidn’t do—”
    “Big corporations and money make for easy targets,” Derek confirmed. “And you know there are stories out there accusing us of stuff that didn’t happen—so, yeah, if we say some of the accusations are well founded, there’ll be an avalanche of see-I-told-you-so lawsuits for un founded complaints that will tie us up in court until hell freezes over.”
    “We also don’t want to come out and say that H.J. and your grandfather, father and uncle really were involved in underhanded business practices—there’s family loyalty at stake here, too,” GiGi said under her breath, because this was something that she didn’t discuss if Jonah, Margaret or Louie were around.
    “So a payout would be a whole lot easier, but it wouldn’t protect us,” Derek acknowledged.
    “And we wouldn’t necessarily achieve our goal of making amends with a simple payout,” GiGi added. “In this case in particular, just donating some money might not be the best answer for the Bronsons. Jean says they have no family. No one beyond that Gia girl—and she’s only a neighbor—to look after them or help them. They’re in their eighties, so there are some health problems, and Jean isn’t sure they should be living on their own anymore. And what if one of them dies and the other is left all alone—?”
    “You want to just move them in here?” Derek joked.
    “You know how I feel about this one, Derek. It’s going to need some involvement on our part for what remains of the Bronsons’ lives,” GiGi insisted. “And you know that just donating money doesn’t guarantee that the money will get into the right hands or get used in the ways it should be used, especially down the road. We have to know that these people have whatever they need to finish out their lives—financially and otherwise. And their needs can change depending on how their health or situation changes. We have to have some kind of presence in their lives. So you have to make nice with them. Win them over and establish a relationship with them so we can help later on, too, if need be. For their sake.”
    “I touched on some of that with Gia. But I still couldn’t even get in the door....”
    “Well, you’re going to have to do whatever it takes to accomplish that, honey. Maybe first you’ll have to win over the guard at the gate....”
    That brought a vivid image of Gia Grant to mind—something that had been happening at the drop of a hat since he’d met her last night.
    Maybe because of that hair, he thought.
    That hair was just great!
    Every time the memory of it popped into his head it made him smile.
    Full and thick and shiny and wildly curly...
    That was probably why it appealed to him. He liked things that were a little on the wild side.
    And he’d loved that hair....
    Plus, she had big, beautiful brown eyes the color of espresso sprinkled with gold dust.
    And peaches-and-cream skin that didn’t show a single flaw.
    And a straight nose that turned up almost imperceptibly and just a little impudently at the end.
    And a picture-perfect mouth that was exactly the kind he liked to kiss because her lips were slightly full and sumptuous-looking....
    All on top of a body that was tight but still soft and curvaceous even if she wasn’t particularly tall....
    Oh, yeah,