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this disaster.
    He rocked back in his chair.
    More to the point, he wanted to do it. Will owned the property. Brayden, who was wrapping up his last session as a BUD/S instructor,would do the heavy lifting in curriculum design. And heavy lifting in general, since before he joined the SEAL team he worked in construction for a few years.
    Mick got to tag along on this new lease on life because he was a free body to stake a claim on the property. So far, all he was offering was his oversized form. Time for him to put his head in the game and stop whining about how it hadn’tgone perfectly easy the first few days.
    This wasn’t only Will’s fight, it was Mick’s as well.
    He was going back to Villa Sucre to tell Cara she needed to get her gorgeous ass off his estate, once and for all.
    Right after he stopped at the store. Sleep might be elusive and the storm front might rule out any beach time, but the beer thing still had a chance of happening.
    When he got back, shewas still on the porch, reading, but her hair was twisted in a damp braid. She pretended not to see him. He didn’t stop to pick a fight.
    Not yet.
    He shoved his way into the bunkhouse as he’d started to think of it, propping the door open to get a breeze circulating. Next on his repair to-do list would be fixing the overhead fan. With a thunk, he set the beer on the table in the main room. Itwas cold, but it wouldn’t stay like that for long. Shame the only working fridge was in the kitchen in the main house.
    Another couple days and it would be all his. Even if he didn’t succeed in shoving her off the estate, eventually the fact that she didn’t have a functional bathroom in the main house would tire her, right?
    He told himself that this would soon be over, one way or another, andhe could stop thinking about her earnest hopefulness and the way her hair curled into a million golden brown tendrils as it dried in the sun.
    She’d moved out into the garden now, as the sun had peeked out between storm clouds. She was out in the open between their two declared spaces. So he was entirely within his rights to watch her, to observe her with her guard down.
    He was coming to an uncomfortableunderstanding that Cara really loved this place. She was invested in it, and not just as a professional accomplishment.
    And he was the asshole that wanted to ruin that for her.
    He twisted the top off a bottle of beer and started pacing.
    The problem was, if he held himself back, he was just prolonging the inevitable. That wasn’t being kind to her. He needed to somehow push the issue, make hersee for herself that they’d overstepped or whatever, gone ahead too quickly with this project.
    Maybe he could convince Will that they could…dunno. Do something for the Historical Society. A gimme.
    No. That was his heart going all soft again. They’d do something for Cara if it made good sense for their new company. Not just for her.
    But she’s worked so hard… He didn’t know that.
    He didn’t knowanything about her.
    Harden the fuck up, man.
    “You’ll wear out the floor, pacing like that.” He jerked his head around and found Cara leaning in the open doorway.  
    “We’ll probably tear this place down, anyway.”
    She tightened up, from her toes all the way to the tiny muscles around her eyes.
    Direct shot. This was going to be too easy. He took the last swig of beer, finishing the bottle, andset it down a little too roughly on the table. Then he grabbed another one. With a rough twist, he sent the cap flying.
    Another wince.
    Think the worst of me, babe. “What do you want?”
    “I spoke to a lawyer this afternoon,” she said. “From New York.”
    He tipped his beer bottle up in silent response.
    “He apologized for the confusion.”
    An empty statement. Mick wasn’t impressed. “You should suethem. Recoup your investment in the renovations.”
    She gave him a dry look.  
    Not that easy. Fine. He leaned against the wall, ignoring the protest in his