Page 24 of Fall for You
Chapter Nine
The view outside the Blue Sky Lodge’s conference room was breathtaking. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the green valley below, with its winding creek and sprawling forest…
People would pay good money just to bask in this view.
And Eric Spencer knew exactly how much they were willing to pay because he was the one who charged them for it.
From this side of the lodge, he and the lawyers who sat across from him couldn’t see the golf course, or the pool, or the glamping sites, or any of the other amenities that made Blue Sky Lodge a first-class luxury resort—unlike a certain inn across the way that catered to townies and middle-class tourists.
They couldn’t even be called competitors since they so clearly appealed to two different markets. And yet…
Here we are.Blue Sky Lodge versus the Blue-Collar Inn. Eric’s lips twitched at his own joke as the lawyer directly across from him finished up a long and tedious lecture on the zoning policies surrounding the new spa expansion.
An awkward silence fell, alerting Eric to the fact that the lawyer had ceased speaking.
He cleared his throat and straightened in his seat, casting a quick glance at his assistant, Sandra, who was typing furiously to record all the pertinent points.
“Right. Well. Thank you for that.” He looked to each of the stodgy old men in turn. “Very interesting.”
He wondered if they had any clue he was being sarcastic.
Likely not.
These men had seemed old and stodgy back when his father was running this place and he’d been a mere intern. They hadn’t had a sense of humor then, and they certainly hadn’t grown any funnier as they’d aged.
He pushed his chair back, eager to escape the stuffy confines of this room. Beautiful view or not, his skin always itched when he was forced to sit here too long. “If that’s all?—”
“Oh, but there’s still the matter of the adjoining property,” the man on the left said.
Fred? Frank? He always forgot which one was which.
The other two lawyers nodded in sync.
Crap. Eric sank back into his seat. He wasn’t getting out of here without at least some mention of No Man’s Land.
Had he really thought he could escape so easily?
He arched a brow. “Last I heard, there was nothing new to discuss.”
Eric hadn’t meant it as an indictment per se, but it was still a little amusing to watch the lawyers fidget.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and steepling his fingers. “Unless there’s been some movement there that I’m unaware of?”
“Er, no,” the man who was either Fred or Frank admitted.
Eric’s expression was unimpressed, his stare hard and unrelenting. Inside, though…
Something in his chest loosened with relief. They were still at a standstill with the lawsuit, which meant…
What?
He looked away as one of the lawyers who was neither Fred nor Frank sputtered excuses and explanations.
The view outside the window was still epic, but Eric hardly saw it this time. He was too busy chastising himself.
So the lawyers hadn’t made any progress claiming the land belonged to the Spencers and not the Kings. So what? This standstill couldn’t hold forever. At some point, one of the families would find a way to take action.
And it had to be his.
