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feet from the gate, other times, miles.
    Knox gave his new empire one last look, then pushed off into a jog once more.
    Two hours later, Knox stood in the employee courtyard behind the office suites and dabbed at his perspiring forehead with his pocket square. His walk from the employee entrance gate where his Chevy had died to his office had to be nearly a mile. A mile wasn’t usually a distance that made him break a sweat, but the sunny morning combined with the exertion of lugging his box of office supplies and personal effects and his messenger bag had made for an unexpectedly arduous trek. At least he’d managed to roll the truck onto the shoulder of the road before embarking on the trek over the resort grounds.
    Once he’d eliminated all traces of exertion, he put on his game face and opened the office door. The time was still early, so the office was mostly empty, but it didn’t take long for the smattering of workers to notice him. Some stared, while others returned his nods of greeting. An empty secretary desk sat like an abandoned guard post in front of his office door. As was the case every time he took on a new project far from the equity firm’s headquarters in Dallas, he chose a new secretary, hiring from within, someone to fill him in on the nuts and bolts—and the gossip—of the company. That would be task number one today, as soon as he’d set his office up to spec.
    The office he’d been given shared a wall with Ty’s, which meant it boasted the same expansive view of the resort grounds and golf course from wall-to-wall windows. His eyes were on those windows as he entered, which was why he started at the sight of Ty leaning back in Knox’s chair, his boots resting on the desk top.
    â€œYou’re late,” Ty said by way of a greeting.
    It was only eight o’clock. Not exactly late, but not as early as Knox had hoped. “You’re in my chair.”
    With an amused crackle of laughter, Ty rose. “Catch!” A ring of keys jangled as they arced through the air.
    Knox scrambled to catch the flying keys one-handed while balancing his office supply box in the other hand. “Keys to the resort?”
    â€œYou got it. We’ll swing by HR on our tour today, and they’ll get you fixed up with a universal keycard, but those will work for now.”
    Tour? Knox slid his box onto the nearest horizontal surface, a small table holding a coffee caddy and an unopened bottle of scotch. He pocketed the keys, then tipped the bottle back, reading the label. Expensive scotch. Nice.
    He jumped at the slap of Ty’s hand on Knox’s shoulder. “From me to you. Welcome to the family.”
    Ty’s overeagerness to be buddy-buddy with him came across as borderline desperate. Disgusting, really. Welcoming Knox to the family as though the two of them being related was a new concept. It took some effort for Knox to stop himself from shoving the scotch into Ty’s hands with a pointed, I already have a family, and I don’t need yours .
    â€œThanks. We’ll have to crack it open sometime soon,” he said instead.
    Ty folded his arms over his chest, drill sergeant style. “You’re gonna earn a stiff drink by the end of the day. I’ve got a lot to teach you.”
    For the time being, Knox would play along, soaking up all the information about Ty, his weaknesses, and the resort that he could before Knox made his next move. He’d let Ty act the role of the wise mentor, with Knox as the eager student. “All right. Sounds good. When do you want to start?”
    The slightly off-key music of a horn honking out the opening strains of La Cucaracha filtered in from the office hallway, drawing both men’s attention. Ty rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath.
    The next moment, the office door flung open wide and a hot pink motorized scooter pushed inside carrying an itty-bitty wrinkled ball of energy wrapped up in a