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and handing business off to me?”
    “Don’t make it sound like I don’t do that whenever my rentals are full. You do the same for me.”
    “Yeah, but it’s April and everybody’s got vacancies.”
    “My guest’s ex happens to be in B-5 and she’s flipping out. The split broke her heart; she hasn’t seen him in three years. You can imagine how she feels.”
    “Sure. So what can I do to help?”
    “Could you ask him to move, Bobby? I’d owe you big time.”
    “You don’t owe me anything. He’s a super nice guy. Worked for the Peace Corps and just got back stateside today. He’s only been at the place for a couple of hours; bet he hasn’t even unpacked yet.”
    “He got in today?” Melissa’s Spidey sense was on high alert.
    The planets were either aligning to dump on Savannah Sinclair or give her another shot at the guy who did things to her .
    “Yeah, around 1:30.”
    The same time Savannah pulled up in front Island Bliss? Bobby’s office was right across the street. Savannah and Jack probably passed each other on Palm Boulevard without even realizing it. Or maybe they did.
    “How long is he staying?”
    “He’s a doctor, just accepted a job at the medical college in pediatrics. Says he’s looking to buy.”
    Of course, the customer was always right, and Jack had to go. But all these coincidences with Savannah and Jack? Definitely worth looking into.
    “She still wants Jack Johns out of there, Bobby. Can you make that happen?”
    “Are you sure we’re talking about the same guy? This guy’s name Wyatt Jackson, not Jack Johns? Maybe it’s not the same guy.”
    “No, she says it’s definitely him. Maybe I got his name wrong.”
    “No problem. I’ll call you back in a few minutes.”
    “Thanks, Bobby.”
    Maybe ninety seconds passed and Pearl put Bobby through.
    “Wow, that was fast. You’re the best, Bobby.”
    “I’ve got bad new for you, Melissa. He says he’s not moving.”
    “Gosh. This is a pickle. I’ll see if she wants to ask him herself, but if she doesn’t, do you mind if I swing by and talk with him?”
    “You can try, but his exact words were, ‘hell no.’”

    M elissa knocked on Savannah’s door, but she didn’t answer. “Savannah, it’s me.” The door yanked open, a long slender arm jerked her inside, and then slammed the heavy oak shut.
    Savannah looked like a mortified teenager, except she did have mascara on, most of which had run down her face. “Is he gone?”
    “Not exactly.”
    “What? Why not?”
    “I know you said Jack spoke to you, but my friend said this guy’s name is Wyatt Jackson.”
    “It’s him alright. His name is Wyatt Jackson Johns. He changed it before he left the country. Said he wanted to disappear, and he did a damn good job when he joined the Peace Corps. The media hounded the hell out of me after the breakup while he was in some third world country with no WIFI. But that’s not the point. Why isn’t he moving out?”
    “I really thought he’d be a gentleman about it—”
    “He always did love to watch me squirm.” Her face matched the Red Sox logo on her t-shirt. “Not like that. But—whatever. He’s got to go.”
    “He says he won’t move. But I can put you in a beautiful beachfront house on the opposite end of the island. It’s much nicer. Bigger and—”
    “No. If anybody’s leaving, it’s him .”
    “Did you try talking to him?”
    Her eyes went wide like Melissa had just asked her chew tobacco. “I am never speaking to him. Never.”
    “Is it okay if I go talk to him for you?”
    Savannah’s eyes were really bugging out now. Could this be any more like high school?
    “He told the rental agent he’s not moving, and at this point, since you don’t want to move and you won’t talk to him, it’s the only option.”
    “All right.”
    “What does he look like?”
    “Tall. Longish dark hair. Sapphire blue eyes. Disgustingly gorgeous. Built. Good God, it is not fair, both of us are thirty-two, he got all