Allie gave Cooper a pointed look. “Is everything okay? Or should I tell Jane to call the cops?”

Cooper’s blue eyes flashed. Obviously he enjoyed crossing swords. “I’ll bring my own cops. When I come back with a judge’s order for you to vacate.”

“Good thinking. Run that New York attitude against a Texas judge and see where it gets you.”

Cooper Remington gave her one last, appraising look before turning and stalking away, taking his gang with him. She watched until they climbed into a silver BMW and drove away.

“What was that about?” Jane asked.

“Trouble. Jane, I’m afraid I’m in big, big trouble.”

Her heart hammered inside her chest as she made her way into the galley and set her cooling coffee on the counter. Her visitors had shaken her more than she wanted to admit.

She was in the right, she had to be. Johnny had wanted her to have the boat. She’d put a lot of her own money into the upkeep as Johnny’s worsening illness forced him to cut back on excursions, and most of the rest of her savings had gone into the boat during the months after his death. She’d asked him if his family would mind that he was giving his boat to her, and he said his family didn’t even acknowledge him.

But when it comes to inheriting money or valuables, relatives came out of the woodwork. Just because she was legally entitled to the Dragonfly didn’t mean she would get it. Mr. L.L. Bean out there probably had some deep pockets. He probably had an army of lawyer buddies and a whole slew of legal tricks to defraud her out of her livelihood so he and his cousins could…God knew what. Probably sell the Dragonfly to the highest bidder and run off to the Riviera with the proceeds, or use it as their personal party boat and run it aground.

Against that, she had zero money and one septuagenarian, semi-retired lawyer, the one who’d filed the will for her and promised her it was legal.

The odds weren’t in her favor. But she wouldn’t go down without a fight.