Alex glanced at his watch. “That could’ve been anything.” He wasn’t ready to accept that the kinder, gentler Alex was responsible for such an enormous turnaround.

“So what are the details?” asked Ryan.

Alex looked up. “Huh?”

“What’s left to sort out with Katie.”

“Nothing. It’s not Katie. It’s Emma now. And she’s still making up her mind.” Alex couldn’t believe he’d proposed to two different women in the space of forty-eight hours.

Ryan cocked his head. “I thought you proposed to the pretty one.”

“The pretty one said no. So I proposed to Emma instead. She doesn’t have a boyfriend.”

“I guess not,” Ryan scoffed.

Alex’s spine stiffened. Sure, Emma wasn’t a knockout like Katie, but there was no need to get insulting. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means she’s tough and scary.”

Alex stood up. “Wimp.”

Emma wasn’t tough and scary. She was frustrated and panicking. Which worked in his favor, actually.

Ryan stood with him. “One sister or the other. You make this work or bail on the project.”

Bail on the project? Alex didn’t think so. McKinley had prime beachfront property on Kayven Island. Prime beachfront property whose value was about to go through the roof when the cruise ship facility was finally announced.

He might have to sweeten the deal or find another vulnerability to exploit. But he wasn’t walking away from this one.

“What are we going to do?” Katie’s face was pale as she leaned across the table at the Chateau Moulin restaurant off the lobby of the McKinley Inn Fifth Avenue. The flickering hurricane lamp emphasized her worry, reflecting in a window that was blackened by the park beyond.

“I don’t know,” Emma answered honestly with a shake of her head. “I’ll have to call the bank in the morning.”

“And tell them what?” Katie’s voice rose to high C, matching the note of a grand piano tinkling in the corner.