The Wanderer (Thunder Point #1)

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Author: Robyn Carr

“Oh. I wanted to talk to you about something. About your property.”

Thirteen

So, Ray Anne wanted to talk about his property? He didn’t even stand up. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, half his attention focused on Sarah jogging across the beach with her dog. He fully realized he wasn’t being polite. His mother would twist his ear for this kind of behavior. Cooper wasn’t typically like this around a lady, but first of all, Ray Anne was no lady. Second, she wanted something and at his expense. Third, she had foiled what he considered to be an important move with Sarah.

“Why don’t we go inside,” she suggested. “It’s a little cold on the water.”

“I think it feels good out here. And there’s too much construction going on in the shop for us to have a conversation there.” He wasn’t about to get behind closed doors with her. He was quite sure she wouldn’t attack him, but he was in no mood for innuendo. “Why don’t you just tell me what brings you to my humble dock.”

With a heavy sigh, Ray Anne continued. “The rumor is you’re planning to sell this beautiful property. I’m hoping for two things. Number one, that you’ll give me a chance to represent you and, two, that you’ll let me bring you an interested party.”

He lifted both eyebrows. “You already have an interested buyer?”

“Hank, there’s been serious interest in this property for twenty years,” she said. “This is primo beachfront with a lot of attached land.”

“But it’s all uphill!” he exclaimed. “What can anyone do with a beach at the bottom of a hill?”

“I guess you’ve never seen Newport Coast, California. Look it up on Google later—it’s gorgeous, one of the best resort properties in the U.S. Ben and his father wouldn’t consider selling even a portion of this land and it could’ve made them wealthy.”

“I see,” he said. “Who is the interested party?”

She laughed. “Hank, this is business. I can’t disclose that information without a contract to represent the sale.”

“Ah. Of course,” he said. “And why would I want to be represented in the sale by the agent for the buyer?”

She smiled very broadly. “Because, darling, there could be a substantial discount in fees. No matter who represents you, no one can make you sell at any price, so you’re always in the driver’s seat. And I always represent the seller, even when I can find a buyer.”

“Interesting.”

“Have you never sold property before?” she asked.

“Not personally. But I bet I’m a pretty quick study.” He finally stood, towering over her five-foot-two frame. “The thing is, Ray Anne, I’m really not there yet. Right now I just want to get Ben’s personal effects taken care of and fix up that shop. I haven’t decided what I’m going to do yet.”

“What are some of the options you’re considering?” she asked.

“I’m considering just renting it,” he said, and watched her face fall. For just a moment, he felt kind of bad—that hadn’t been one of his considerations at all. Obviously, there was no big commission if he did that. “Or I might sell the structure and the land it sits on. Or—” he shrugged “—who knows? I have plenty of time to think things over.”

“But you’re not interested in staying here, operating the business?”

He shook his head. “Not that it’s not a beautiful place. It’s just not the work I want to do.”

“And just what work do you want to do?”

He found it hard to believe she didn’t know. He suspected Ray Anne of superior investigative skills. “By trade, I’m a helicopter pilot. For the last fifteen years, since the Army.”

“Really?” she asked. “No kidding? I guess you know Sarah Dupre is a helicopter pilot.”

“It seems we have that in common.”

“Fantastic! Okay, listen, Hank—”

“Cooper,” he said. “People call me Cooper.”

She ignored him. “It doesn’t matter to me how long you think this over, but can I just show you some numbers? You should be fully aware of your options. And can we please get out of this wind?” She patted her hair, as if to keep it from blowing.

He grinned at her. Her short blond hair wasn’t even moving in the wind. She wanted to be inside with him. She wanted to corner him. “Sure,” he said. “We can sit on the deck.”

“The deck? If it’s too noisy inside the shop, maybe we could go in your trailer?”

“Nah, it’s not a good idea. The maid hasn’t been in today yet. But if you’d like me to come to your office someday...”

“The deck it is,” she said, heading for the beach stairs.

He smiled as he watched her head up the stairs. She wasn’t going to let him get away if she had his attention. He knew too well that she fully intended to impress and excite him with some appraised values and comparisons. So they would sit on the porch with the sound of saws and hammers drowning out their conversation. But he would not make any kind of commitment.

He held a chair beside one of the deck tables for Ray Anne and sat opposite. She pulled a stack of papers out of her leather briefcase and began explaining some of the appraised values of beachfront property in the area. Cooper tried to keep his expression flat, as if he already knew the staggering amount this inheritance could be worth, as if he was not at all surprised. In fact, he was blown away. It could be worth millions to a big hotel or resort chain.

It briefly crossed his mind that any fool would stop the building inside the shop and just hammer up a for-sale sign.

“Impressive, wouldn’t you say?” Ray Anne asked.

“Very nice,” he said. “And who is this interested party?”

“Again, Hank, I’m not willing to disclose that without a contract to represent the sale of the property.”

“And I’m not ready to make that decision yet,” he said.

“Well, here’s what we can do. We can make an agreement that when and if you do make the decision to sell—which of course you must, if you’re not planning to stay here and operate a business on this site—that I will be your agent.”

“There is no must about anything, Ray Anne,” he said. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do, when I’m going to do it, if I’m going to do anything at all.”

“But you’re not planning to take up residence here?”

He shrugged, tilting his head. “There are so many possibilities. I might just hold the title for forty years, let my heirs make that decision.”

“Heirs?” she asked with piqued interest.

“I have a large family,” he said.

“Children?” she asked.

His phone tweeted in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. “Excuse me, Ray Anne. I have to take this.”

When Sarah walked into her small house, Ham went straight for the water bowl. Sarah could hear the shower running. Two seconds later, she heard the blow-dryer. Landon’s pocket paraphernalia sat on the table—wallet, truck keys, loose change, iPhone.

She scrolled through his contacts, found Cooper’s name and number and jotted it down on her grocery list, stuffing it in her pocket. Within five minutes, Landon was in the kitchen, scooping his gear off the tabletop.

“Where are you off to?” she asked.

“Homework at Eve’s,” he said.

Complete waste of a Saturday unless you were helplessly in love, she thought. “Will you be home for dinner?”

“I hope not,” he said. “You’ll be okay, right?”

“I think I can manage,” she said with a smile. “Maybe I’ll go out. Or get a pizza. Or hit the leftovers.”

“Don’t cook for me, okay?”

“Okay.” She laughed. “Can you let me know your plans?”

“Don’t I always?” Landon asked.

When he was gone, she pulled her list and her phone out of her pocket. She put in the numbers. When Cooper answered, she said, “Now you have my number. And obviously, I have yours.”

He chuckled. “How’d you manage that?”

“I peeked in Landon’s phone directory. He’s gone to do homework with Eve, looking more like he was going for a job interview.”

Again with the laugh, which was altogether too sexy and low. “I’m in the middle of something, but almost finished. Can I call you back? Five minutes or so?”

“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything...important.”

“Nah. Perfect timing. Talk to you soon.”

She disconnected, but held the phone in a tight grip. It’s okay, she thought. I’m a big girl. A grown-up. I can handle this. And then she shivered, right before she felt a warm flush spread through her.

She’d had a week to think about it. It scared her to death, but she wanted to check it out. She would just have to guard her heart with every fiber of strength she had.

Shaking Ray Anne hadn’t been too hard. He merely stood and said he should get back to work. She concealed her disappointment well, hiding behind her agent’s smile. “I’ll just leave you these papers, because I know you’re going to think about this and change your mind.”

“Anything is possible.”

When she was gone, he tore up the agreement and made a dinner date with Sarah.

Cooper took Sarah to a small, family-owned Italian restaurant in Bandon, not too far from Thunder Point but definitely out of the way. There was a pizza counter in the front and twelve booths and four tables in the back. It was kind of dark and strung with plastic grapes and fake greenery. Even though it was a Saturday night, it wasn’t crowded but the pizza counter was busy. Pop was the chef, with a son helping.

“Nice,” Sarah said as she slid into a booth across from Cooper. “Very nice. Just the thing.”

“Not real fancy,” he pointed out.

“I’m telling you, this is what I like. Small, quaint, friendly and hopefully delicious.”

Of the hundred things Cooper had discovered about this Thunder Point adventure so far, Sarah Dupre was the one that really got his blood pressure up. She looked good enough to eat. “Did you call Landon? Tell him where you’d be?”

“Sort of. I texted him that we were going out for Italian. He texted back to have fun and he wouldn’t wait up.”

“Smart-ass,” Cooper said. “Wonder where he gets that.”

She ordered a cabernet, he ordered a beer and they pored over old, plastic-covered menus. “God, I want one of everything,” she said.

He ordered a calamari appetizer first, then she settled on linguine alla vongole—clams in white sauce—while he ordered cioppino. When the waitress, presumably one of the daughters or daughters-in-law, left, he raised his glass. “To small, dark, Italian restaurants.”

She clinked his glass, took a sip and then said, “Just to be clear, I’m not getting involved with a man.”

“I believe you’ve made that clear several times now.”

“I’m serious. I like you, Cooper, but I’m essentially a single mother and just postdivorce. You understand.”

“I told you I understood,” he said.

“I just don’t want you to have any expectations,” she said.

“Did I put you through all these protests when you bought me dinner?”

“I’m not just talking about sex, I mean I’m not in a position to get emotionally involved. I’m not girlfriend material.”

“Sarah, I’m going to say this once—that’s up to you. I’m not worried about whether you get emotionally involved. As long as I get the sex.” At that exact moment, the waitress stood beside their table with the calamari. She hesitated slightly before putting it down. Then she withdrew quickly.