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I smirked. “I probably did. You definitely didn’t.”
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”
“Seriously?” My mouth gaped.
He moved his hand to my neck. “We met, or got to know each other, when we were supposed to.”
“Fate, huh?”
“You don’t believe in it?”
“I didn’t. I’m starting to now, though.” I sighed a second time. “While I’d like to forget about everything happening in my life outside of being with you, I can’t.I have until the end of the day to decide what to do about the house.”
“I need to return another call.”
“Should I leave?”
He smirked again. “I dare you to try.” Without taking his arm from around me, Trevino pulled out his cell phone and brought it to his opposite ear.
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BIT
“What were you able to find?” I asked when Zin, one of thecaballerosas well as an attorney, picked up.
“I was about to send you a message. I wasn’t able to locate proof that a record of an Intent to Cure was served on the Warwick property. In fact, there’s no indication one was filed.”
“How much time will filing one buy?”
“Fifteen days minimum. Here’s the thing, Bit. I’d have to get in front of a judge in order to force the bank to do it.”
“Can you make that happen today?”
“I’m working on it. Is there anything you can tell me that would compel a justice to issue the order?”
“Eberly’s signature was forged on the loan documents. While there is a notary stamp, the page with his or her signature is missing.”
“What about a number?”
I held out my hand, and Eberly removed the loan papers from the envelope and gave them to me. Iflipped to the last page. “I didn’t notice this before, but comm number is smudged.”
“There should be a name printed on the stamp.”
“There isn’t.”
“That’ll do it. Along with the request for Intent to Cure, I’ll also see if I can file for an emergency injunction.”
“Thanks, Zin.” I noticed Eberly’s eyes open wide and held the phone away from my ear so she could hear the rest of what he was saying.
“You got it, Bit. By the way, you do know that Eberly is my cousin.”
“Actually, I wasn’t aware.”
“His dad and my mom were siblings,” she said when I glanced over at her.
“It would be a good idea to bring my father in on this. He’ll know some of the history I don’t,” Zin suggested.
“I’d like that,” Eberly whispered.
