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but I had to take a break to admire the view. You’d love it.”
    As the early morning fog burned off, the details of the resort shone in the sun in stark detail. The resort’s golf course began at the edge of the lake and extended out in rolling hills of manicured green grass. The resort itself looked like a wood and river rock Wild West castle. Beyond the main building on a hill to the north sat a chapel, looking the part of a lighthouse beckoning believers to its doors. On the west side of the golf course was the new, massive equestrian center that Ty Briscoe had reportedly agreed to finance as a gift to his son-in-law, the husband of his oldest daughter, Carina, in order to entice them to remain living at the resort. That was how important it was to Ty to keep the Briscoe family together.
    Knox snorted through his nose at the thought. What a pile of crap. Ty Briscoe had spent thirty-five years shunning his only brother and his brother’s family. And that equestrian center he’d so generously footed the bill for had been yet another nail in his company’s financial coffin. Some family man he was.
    â€œEh,” Shayla said. “I prefer the city. Though I do wish I were in Dulcet with you so I could watch you stick it to Uncle Ty.” She infused the words Uncle Ty with venom that caught Knox off guard. Shayla was one of the most optimistic people he knew. She was born with the unique gift of being secure in her bones. The strife in their house hadn’t affected her like it had Knox and Wade. She’d risen above it all. Or so Knox had thought.
    â€œI wish you were here, too, Shay. And for the record, the only things that are going to happen to our dear Uncle Ty will all be of his own doing.” All Knox was planning to do was give the elaborate house of cards that Ty and Grandpa Tyson had built a gentle flick that had been a long time coming. “And the best part is, when I’ve done what I came here to do, everyone involved will walk away with richer bank accounts—even our dear Uncle Ty, even if his pride and reputation are ruined for good.”
    Shayla made a grumbling sound of protest at allowing Ty any sort of profit, but Knox’s attention was snagged by a splash and a silvery form disappearing into the rippling water. “Oh, shit, I think that was it. Either I just saw the fish that knocked me over, or there’s a hell of a lot of freakishly large fish in this lake.”
    â€œGuess you’d better learn how to use a rod and reel,” Shayla said.
    â€œI plan to.” Just like he planned to eat every last bite of the rabid piranha that had attacked him for dinner.
    â€œI still can’t believe you own a lake,” Shayla said.
    â€œI don’t own it. It’s county property.”
    â€œBut you’re the only private residence bordering the lake, and Briscoe Ranch comprises the rest of the lakefront real estate, so close enough. Good luck today.”
    â€œThanks, sis.”
    As the call ended, he gave the resort another long look. Today was his first day as the on-site second-in-command to Ty. It was a role he’d fulfilled enough times before with other companies he’d bought, so this was nothing new and only slightly challenging. Besides, his measly ten percent stake in the company—compared to his equity firm’s forty-one percent and Ty’s forty-nine percent—was only temporary. Patience was the name of the game right now.
    The only wildcard in his day was whether his truck would allow him to drive all the way to the resort’s employee parking lot without stalling out. More than likely, there was a perfectly good explanation—one that didn’t involve ghosts—for why he had yet to successfully drive the Chevy onto Briscoe Ranch property. The employees’ entrance, the main gate, day, night—it didn’t matter what tricks Knox had tried, his truck stalled out every time, sometimes