“Yeah, Harry? Sorry, I’m here.”

I walked up the stairs and yanked a clean shirt from the dresser. Set Harry to speaker phone so I could splash cold water on my face.

“I should hope so,” he said, tone clipped. “Rex is meeting me at the coffee shop down the block from you in ten minutes. Can I ask where the hell you are?”

I paused in the middle of drying my face off with a towel. “The meeting’s here, in South Philly? I thought we were meeting uptown?”

“Dean.” Harry’s frustration was obvious. “The biggest sports network in the entire world wants you, so yeah, he’s willing to come wherever you are to sign this deal.”

I tenderly rolled my neck from side to side and considered telling my agent how I’d spent my night—in searing pain that knocked me out better than any uppercut ever did. But he’d never been the kind of agent who cared about that.

“I know this is shitty fucking timing, but I still don’t even know…don’t think I want this job. I don’t want to waste his time.” I leaned my shoulder against my bathroom wall and glanced in the mirror. The post-migraine dark circles under my eyes and five o’clock shadow weren’t a real professional look.

Harry coughed into the phone. I heard him giving directions to what was probably a cab driver. “You don’t know if you want to pass on one of the best opportunities in the entire industry? To meet with the guy who runs the programming that paid you all those purses you won?”

I flexed my fist open and shut. “Like I said, I’m grateful.”

“Can you give him twenty minutes?” Harry’s tone had softened an iota. “I know you’re nervous. I know you think you’re out. But I’m not talking a regular old comeback. I’m talking about you being the newest wave of young analysts. Maybe even changing the way things are done.”

I walked to the bathroom window and peeked out. Tabitha was speaking with the two guys wandering around the park. The very real concern etched into her face had my stomach twisting.

Goddammit.

“Dean? You there?”

“Fine,” I bit out. “I’ll see you in a few.”

Shoving my phone into my pocket, I went back downstairs as Tabitha was coming inside. “So what is it?” I asked.

She crossed her arms and peeked out the window. “It’s the scenario you and I talked about in the very beginning of all of this. Not just that a developer would come buy it from the city. But that they were the bad-fucking-news kind. The guy out there told me if the purchase goes through, they’ll be building the three-story condos they’ve put up all over the city. I got the impression these were very expensive condos.”