“We’ll restructure the mortgages, maybe use the Martha’s Vineyard property as extra collateral.”

“You know that won’t work.”

Emma didn’t answer, because Katie was right. Equity in the Martha’s Vineyards property wouldn’t make a dent in the amount their father owed.

Things had been tough for McKinley the past few years. Bookings were down, costs up. Their father was always reluctant to let staff go. And they were locked into major renovations on three ski resort properties, while snow conditions had remained poor two winters in a row.

They were over a barrel, and Alex Garrison knew it. The man might be amoral, but he wasn’t stupid.

“I’m going to have to marry him,” said Katie, raising her palms in a gesture of defeat.

“And what about David?”

“I’ll explain it to him somehow.”

Emma took a drink from her martini glass, mimicking her sister’s voice. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. But I’m going to have to marry another man for his money.”

“I won’t say it like that.”

“There’s no way to say it and make it sound good.”

“Well, are you going to marry him?”

Emma didn’t answer as the waitress set salads in front of them.

“At least I don’t have a boyfriend,” she hissed, after the waitress left.

Katie straightened, looking tragically hopeful. “Is that a yes?”

“No, it’s not a yes.” Then Emma paused, desperately trying to gather her thoughts. “We can’t…” She clenched her jaw. “It’s not right…It galls me to even think about giving in to that man.”

“At least we’d keep half the company.”

Fair point. Emma took another sip of her drink. If Alex got the bank to call in the loan instead, they’d be lucky to keep one hotel.

If only they had more time. If only they knew someone who could underwrite them quickly and extensively. If only their father’s heart hadn’t given out.

The three of them were a team. They’d weathered storms before, and she was sure they could have found a way out of this maze.