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fucking minutes. Get over it. I walk assertively across the room and sit down adjacent to the impeccably dressed man. Ty Winters is nothing like I imagined. He’s much younger than I pictured, dictatorially handsome with his copper hair and bold green eyes, and way more intimidating than I was prepared for.
    “I was expecting a Mr . . .” He opens the red folder in front of him, disinterested. “ . . . Nathaniel Jackson.”
    “Mr. Jackson is presently in a nursing home in poor health. I’m here to speak on his behalf.” I latch on to the thin rope of poise I have.
    “Are you his power of attorney?”
    “In a matter of speaking.”
    “Ms. Reeves.” Ty sighs as if I’m wasting his precious time. “I’m uncomfortable talking contracts and negotiations with someone who isn’t legally authorized to speak on Mr. Jackson’s behalf.”
    “That’s fine, because I’m not here to talk contracts and negotiations. I’m here to tell you we’re not selling.”
    “Ms. Reeves—” he immediately protests.
    “Don’t waste your breath, Mr. Winters. The Corkscrew isn’t for sale.”
    “I advise you to reconsider. It’s a generous offer.”
    “It’s a crap offer, and you know it,” I snap.
    His green eyes sharpen to pin points. I surmise the young Mr. Winters isn’t used to people talking back to him. It’s clear he’s incredibly accomplished, well-educated, and an Ivy League asshole who wants for nothing. His suit is probably worth more than my life is. But I’m not going to let that intimidate me. Just because he’s powerful doesn’t mean he can ride in and steal from the poor to give to the rich. One percent of the population in Newhaven Beach can afford the condo compounds he’s building. Before Winters Travers swooped in, this area was peaceful and quiet. An unblemished coastline escape. Now, with all the new development, taxes are rising, the community is changing, and people whose families have lived here for generations are being pushed out because they can’t afford their beachfront homes anymore. I don’t know when the shoreline became strictly for the rich, but it fucking blows. That’s why I refuse to give up the Corkscrew. I have plans for the little restaurant, and I’m not going to let some greedy developer ruin them.
    “It’s the best offer you’re going to get. I urge Mr. Jackson to reconsider. Change is coming,” he threatens, vehemently sliding the folder in front of me. “The town wants this redevelopment, and your little establishment isn’t going to get in their way. Persuade Mr. Jackson to accept the offer.”
    I narrow my pale blue eyes at Ty Winters. “I don’t have to persuade Mr. Jackson to do anything. We don’t accept. So you can take your shitty offer and shove it up—”
    My tirade is interrupted when the door to the conference room suddenly swings open.
    “Ty, I have specs I want to show you—” A tall blond man in a tan suit barges in with a tablet in his hand. He stops short when he looks up to find Ty isn’t alone. Our eyes lock, and suddenly, I want to throw up. “I didn’t realize you were still in a meeting.”
    “He’s not. We’re done.” I jump up, sick to my stomach. I race past Shane without uttering a word and bang on the elevator button like it’s going to magically open the doors.
    “Jenn?” Shane voices my name from behind. I slowly turn around with a defensive look in my eye.
    “You work for him?” I hiss. “Is that why you came into the Corkscrew last night? Recon?”
    “No,” Shane contests. “Chase and I just got back into town. We’re starting on our next project.”
    “You both work for him?” I’m disgusted.
    Shane shakes his head at me incredulously. “Why were you meeting with Ty?”
    “Like you don’t know.” The elevator doors ding open. Thank god.
    “I don’t.” He stands there gaping as I press the lobby button.
    “Sure.” I cross my arms and glare as the doors slide closed.
    What a fucking idiot I am. The