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crews since the beginning, and he was one of Kyle's most reliable workers. "Bad news."
     
    "Lovely. That's just what I need today. What is it?" Kyle snapped as he threw down his pen and ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair.
     
    "The owner of your new property is refusing to leave."
     
    "What? So call the police."
     
    "Well, this is a unique case, boss."
     
    "Oliver, they are all unique cases. Everyone has a story, an excuse, as to why they can't move out or why they couldn't pay their mortgage. I don't care about all of that. Call the police on him."
     
    "It's a her."
     
    Kyle paused for a moment. "It doesn't matter."
     
    "She has a five year old daughter. Says she didn't get the notice until she got home last night and then her daughter was up all night throwing up with a fever."
     
    "And you believe that?" Kyle asked shaking his head.
     
    "Actually, I do. She looked pretty shaken up. She's asking for the rest of the week."
     
    "No way. I've got workers lined up to get that house ready for sale. I can't let some kid throwing up mess up my plans for the house."
     
    "Kyle, you know I will do just about anything for you, man, but I'm not calling the police on a woman and her sick kid. Karma will bust my ass for that."
     
    Kyle sighed and then laughed. "Fine. I don't want your ass to get busted. Tell ya what. Go ahead and leave, and I will run out there in a little bit to talk to her."
     
    "Good luck, boss. She's a bit of a spitfire," Oliver said laughing.
     
    "I've had my share of spitfires. I think I can handle her," Kyle said chuckling as he ended the call. One spitfire came to mind quickly, and he didn't like to think about her. No, she brought up painful memories of a young man standing in the road watching the love of his life choose another man. A richer man. A man with a better future. A man who would never have loved her like he did.
     
     
    Kyle drove down the road ready to confront the unruly homeowner. He wished that people could just be civil and not cause him so much trouble. He paid his house payment, and he had a certain level of compassion for those in situations that weren't as stable as his, but investing was his business and this woman wasn't going to cause him grief.
     
    He stepped out of his Jeep and walked up the cobblestone walkway to the front door. It was just after lunch, and his cleaning crew was waiting on standby for the phone call from Kyle. They were like Tasmanian devils moving through a property and getting it ready for renovations. Although this property didn't look like it needed much of anything from what he could tell. At least this would give him the ability to see inside a little bit, unless the woman came to the door with a shotgun or something.
     
    Kyle knocked and put his hands in his pockets, turning to look at the beautiful ocean view. Yes, he thought to himself, this property will be a big seller. With dollar signs dancing in his head, he heard the front door lock click open. As he turned, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.
     
    Feeling like the air had been sucked from his lungs, he stood with his mouth gaping open in shock. Jenna. How could Jenna be standing in front of him all these years later? Was he at the wrong house? Maybe he wrote it down wrong.
     
    She stood staring back at him, hollow eyes that were outlined in puffy redness from crying. Holding her hand to her heart, she attempted to speak but nothing came out.
     
    "Jenna?" he said, barely able to conjure up more than a whisper.
     
    "Kyle," she said, all at once sounding relieved and stunned.
     
    "I don't understand. What are you doing here?"
     
    "I live here. I own this house... well, at least I used to..." she mumbled with her eyes darting around in confusion.
     
    "J.A. Watson," he said, more as a matter of fact than a question. "Ashley. Your middle name."
     
    "I'm confused, Kyle. Why are you here?"
     
    "Jenna, I'm an investor." He watched as she put two and two together in