"Well?" he finally prompted.
She cocked her head and studied him for long moments. "You're new here," she said at last. "You're one of the Walker boys. Is this week your turn?"
Fuck. Was the whole sordid story common news here?
"I'm Killian." He held out his hand.
She took it, her warm, soft skin igniting the blood in his veins. Or maybe it was the intense irritation at being the object of common gossip.
"Lexie Choate. Welcome to Red Creek and Heart Starter."
"So, does everyone in Red Creek know all the grimy details?" he asked.
She gave a slight shrug. "Dusty lived here forever and was always larger than life. When the four of you came for the meeting with the attorney, everyone's curiosity jumped about a hundred points. Word got out and, yes, you can't blame people for talking about it. The story is a little unusual."
"To say the very least." He couldn't keep the edge of bitterness from his voice.
A tiny frown creased her forehead. "You all aren't happy about the money?"