Mark stepped closer, put his hand flat on the wicker table, and leaned his face down toward mine.

“I’m trying to be generous here, Claire, so don’t make this difficult,” Mark said, his jaw working tightly.

“Ten thousand dollars is more cash than you’ll see in two years working retail.

Take the money and sign the paper.”

“No,” I said.

“Five PM on Sunday is still the deadline,” Mark said, taking his hand off the table and straightening up.

“I own this property.