Page 90 of Sexy

“I hear it’s the uniform.”

That gets a half-hearted chuckle out of him as he turns his attention back to the view. But it helps me relax. So I take a few more steps, crest the soft peak of the sand dune, and then slide a little as I descend and take a seat next to him. “Did you sell it?” I ask, my fingertips digging into the sand.

“Got an offer this morning.”

“Are you gonna take it?”

A shrug. “I guess.”

I nod. “I guess I would too. But it would be sad.”

He looks over at me. Another side glance, like he’s not interested in meeting my gaze. “She wasn’t my wife, you know.”

“I know, Fletcher. I know a lot more now than I did back then. I have investigators too.”

He picks up a twig and stabs it into the sand a few times. “She’s my brother’s ex. And Shelly is my niece.”

“You don’t have to explain,” I say. “I know.” He stays silent after that. Just staring out across the sapphire-colored water. I can’t see the south shore from here, but it’s a long view down the entire length of the lake. Breathtaking. “It must be hard to leave.”

“I’m still trying to figure that one out, ya know?” He turns his head again. This time he looks at me straight on. “My granddad was a pretty important golf-course designer back in his day.” Fletch takes a deep breath, looks away, like he’s wondering if he should talk about it or not, then decides he will, and continues. “He got this land before all the development. Back when it was still valuable, but not outrageously so. It was a partial payment for a course he consulted on. And before he died years ago, back when I was eighteen and Walker was nineteen, he was in a huge fight with my parents. Called them no-good lazy bums.” He stops to laugh. It’s real and comes with that smile I loved so much last summer.

“But he was right, I think. And that’s why he gave Walk and me the house. He wanted it to stay in the family and figured my parents would sell it off the first chance they got.” He squints in the sunshine and look over at me again. “They would’ve too.”

I nod. “It’s a lot of responsibility, I imagine.”

“I did my best, Tiff. I tell myself that, anyway. But I just can’t afford it. My granddad left Walk and me about five million each. But after Walker fucked up with Samantha, I bought him out. I spent every last cent getting the title to this place to keep my promise to my granddad and give her a home to live in. A base that Shelly could count on, just like I did when I was a kid.”

I want to take his hand as he works through this decision to sell his house and break his promise. But it’s not something I can make him feel better about. It’s just something he has to come to terms with.

“So it’s ironic, ya know?” He looks at me again, the wind tossing his blond hair in a mess of loose curls, his blue eyes shining in a slash of sunshine that cuts across his face. “I’ll be so rich if I take this offer, money will lose all meaning. Add in the deal I just made down in LA, and it barely makes sense to me.”

I sigh along with his frustration. “That’s how it works, right? The rich get richer and they don’t even have to try. Money makes money.”

“The taxes alone killed me. Every year I scrambled to pay them. Fifty thousand dollars in property taxes. That’s not even counting what it costs to maintain this place. The gardeners alone.” He shakes his head. “And I tried, OK? I tried to mow that fucking lawn. But it was an all-day job, and half the sod died, and then it just cost me more to hire people to come fix the shit I messed up.”

“I can relate. The cost of running that hotel made me throw up when I found out. And then I had to hire someone else to come do it for me, because every time I thought about it, I’d make myself sick. So yeah, I couldn’t win. And I can relate.”

He stares at me for a moment. “Am I doing the right thing, Tiffy? If I take this offer?”

I look out at the lake now, thinking about how I got here. Not here on the beach, but here, this moment in time. “It’s opening night tonight.”

“I know,” he says with a sigh. “I’ve been seeing the promos everywhere.”

“But it was a long road, and a lot of decisions to get to this night.” I smile at him and he smiles back. Not the big one that I love, but I’ll take what I can get right now. “My lawyers took all that info you had Katie gather and ran with it. They got the will overturned. Not just the executor thing that Cole tried to slip in, but the whole damn will. It was something of a miracle. The right judge, and all that.”

Fletcher raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I got all sixteen billion dollars.”

“That’s a quite a windfall.”

“Right?” I ask. “But it wasn’t right. Because my dad wanted me to have enough, but not too much. And sixteen billion is way too much. So I did what he asked and I parceled it out the way he intended. I kept the part I got as the executor. And I kept the hotel, obviously, since it was mine anyway. I decided I’ve been scared of taking chances for far too long. I was going to make a decision and stick with it. See it through to the end. See what I’m made of. And no, running a resort in Lake Tahoe was never how I saw my life when I was younger. I pictured a capable man taking care of me for the rest of my days, to be honest. So I adjusted my dream. Thought about what I wanted. And what I wanted was to be… capable of something. Anything, really. So I’m still here. And I’m staying.”

“I get it.” Fletcher looks down at the sand and starts running it through his fingers alongside of me. “I was out here last week. Just moping on the beach. And Shelly came out and sat next to me. She put her arm around me and looked up at my face with those wise eight-year-old eyes and said, ‘It doesn’t matter if you sell it, Uncle Fletch. We can always think about the beach in our heads and it will still be there.’”

“Very wise kid,” I say.

“She’s amazing. And she was right. So I put the house up for sale the next day, and one week later we had an offer on the table.” He stops playing with the sand and stares out across the lake. “I feel so much relief, Tiffy. It scares me. I should feel like a failure. I should feel like I let my granddad down by putting this house up for sale. But I don’t. I just feel relief. Like I’ve finally admitted I was on the wrong path and just accepting that fact is enough to make it right.”