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arms folded. “So what’s the deal here? Who owns the place?”
    Janet pulled out a sheet of paper. “Well, that’s just it. Here’s a copy of your contract. You signed right here.” She pointed to the spot. “Taking on the mortgage for number fourteen, this unit.”  
    Even though Darcy had braced herself for it, disappointment clogged her throat.
    Will shot her a triumphant look. “Karma. Richly deserved.”  
    Karma? What did he think she’d done? Why did he hate her so much? She was the one with a grievance, not him.
    Janet pulled out another sheet from her sheaf. “And here is Darcy’s contract. Signed and witnessed here.” She pointed at the signature lines. “For this very unit.”  
    Darcy blinked, dismayed. “I don’t understand.”
    Will rocked back on his heels. “So we both own it? How in hell…?”
    Janet looked uncomfortable. “Computer glitch. As a showcase, this unit had a name and a number. I sold you the Sea View. Tim sold Will number fourteen. The computer should have flagged it, but…” She shrugged, but it looked forced. Her feet tapped an anxious, unconscious Morse code message on the bamboo floor: I screwed up.  
    Only one key on the hook in the real estate office. Janet saying, “Sea View, is that unit fourteen or seventeen?” The inspector: “I’ve seen them all.” And maybe he had, at that.  
      “So what now? Do we flip a coin, and the loser moves into another unit?”
    “Um.” Janet exchanged glances with the developer.  
    He took over. “We’ve sold out the entire complex. Which is excellent. Astounding in this economy. The development did better than projected.” He nodded warmly at Will. “We’ll have to start talking about another site soon, Dougherty. There’s clearly a hunger for green living and quality workmanship, even in this climate.”
    Darcy coughed to get his attention.  
    Tim swiveled toward her. “I’ll refund your money.”  
    “ My money? Why does he get dibs? I bought this place fair and square. I told Janet I specifically wanted the model unit, the one shown in the virtual tour. I think I was the first one to buy in the whole complex. I bought it in good faith. It’s mine. You can’t just take it away from me.”  
    And give it to him, of all people. But she didn’t say that part.  
    “But Will helped build—” Tim sputtered to a stop, maybe because of the glare she was aiming his way. “Naturally, I’ll refund the money to whichever one of you chooses to relinquish the property. We’ll even throw in moving expenses and temporary lodging. Within reason, of course.”  
    Whichever one of you chooses to relinquish this property. So it was up to the two of them? She turned toward Will. He was gazing at her, his eyes dark and narrowed. He’d never give it to her. Illegal and immoral, that was how he thought of her.  
    For her part, she was damned if she’d let him have it. Another thing he could steal out from under her? Not if she had to nail the windows and doors shut.  
    She walked toward the glass door that led to the back deck. The ocean glinted and danced under the sunlight beyond the cliff edge. There wasn’t anything like this complex, not for miles and maybe not anywhere. Not for double the price. When she’d seen the model condo online, with its clean, wide-open spaces, the light, the clear sense of peace, she’d known this was it. Home.  
    She turned back around. “What if neither of us chooses to leave?”
    Janet tittered nervously.  
    Will smirked. “Why do you want it so badly? It’s not like you’ll ever be home except to sleep. You could live in a hotel room just as comfortably.”  
    That stung. He knew damned well how much she hated living out of suitcases. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I sometimes even get out of work early. I have plans for this place. Barbecues. A little window-box garden…”  
    Janet looked sympathetic, but Will wasn’t even listening. “I bet you can’t