by Zoe York
“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you and the absentee Will Parry, but his grandmother bequeathed this estate to the Miralinda Historic Society. We received a similar letter from the same law office, months before the date on this letter. We did our due diligence and as you can see, we’ve begun restoration.”
He frowned. None of this made sense. “There’s gotta be a mistake.”
“I’m afraid if there has been, it is in your visit to this island.”
“Hey!” He was fuming like a bull now, his nostrils flaring and steam practically coming out his ears, but she was just so damn sure of herself. “What if the error lies in your understanding of the situation?”
“That seems unlikely, given that we’ve known for the better part of a decade that the late Mrs. Parry would donate the estate to avoid a substantial death tax on the property.”
“Death tax?” Jesus Christ, this was getting better and better. He glanced at his watch. “It’s nearly end of the work day.” And it was Friday to boot. Fuck. “I’ll call Will, and have him follow up with this lawyer, and I’m sure you’ll want to do the same. But that’s probably going to take some time, so if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just…”
He looked around. He could smell the ocean. He just wanted to put his bag down and then follow it, getting himself into a horizontal position where none of this nonsense mattered for a while.
A door at the far end of the hall promised sunshine and a back terrace. Surely that led the way to the beach. He started in that direction.
Cara shot him a look of alarm and scurried into his path. “What are you doing?”
What did it look like? “Going in search of a flat surface so I can lie down for a while. I’ve been travelling since the middle of the night.”
It was that or just fall over where he stood, which would feel like shit on his leg. He moved to step around her.
She matched his step.
He propped his hands on his hips.
She crossed her arms under her breasts.
Not the time to ogle her tits, man. Whatever. His filter had vanished somewhere over the Caribbean Sea.
“You can’t stay here.”
“I can, and I will.” He glanced around, smirking. “Who am I bothering by being here?”
She blinked at him. “Me. You’re bothering me.”
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About the Author
Zoe York lives in London, Ontario with her young family. She’s currently chugging Americanos, wiping sticky fingers, and dreaming of heroes in and out of uniform.
www.zoeyork.com
Copyright
Copyright © 2017 Zoe York
Originally published as Kissed by a SEAL, in a spin-off world connected to Melanie Shawn’s Hope Falls series. Elements of the world, including characters, are used with permission.
Re-printed as Fall Easy in 2019.
All rights reserved.