As Tristan drove into January Cove, he glanced back at his daughter who was sleeping soundly in the back seat. The drive from Atlanta had been about four hours, and Elliana had chattered away for most of that time.
She talked about school and dance classes and how she missed Tatiana. Tristan listened intently, but his mind was also bouncing around, trying to keep up with business deals. Without a nanny to pick up the slack, he had no idea how he would make it through the summer. Hopefully Rita had someone lined up to meet them in January Cove.
This was one of those quaint little beach towns that people loved, but for him it was just another place to work. Although he loved the beach, he rarely put his feet in the sand. Normally, he just worked on his laptop on the balcony overlooking whatever body of water was in front of him.
This time it was a place that the locals apparently called “Billionaire Beach”. A small stretch of land on the edge of January Cove, the area boasted some of the most expensive homes in all of coastal Georgia. “Nothing but the best” was Tristan’s motto. He wasn’t about to make his daughter spend the summer in some tiny cottage near the water.
Although he didn’t want to raise a daughter with a silver spoon in her mouth, he also wanted his constant working to mean something. He wanted a stable future for her, and making as much money as possible was the way to do that.
He pulled up to the guard gate and held up his ID. “Tristan Spencer. We’re staying in the Lafayette House.”
The guard smiled and nodded. “Yes, sir. We’ve been expecting you.” The gate opened as the guard handed Tristan a set of keys. “It’s the light blue one at the end of the street. Enjoy your stay, sir.”
“Oh, one more thing,” Tristan said. “A temporary nanny will be joining us later today. I don’t know her name, honestly, but when she arrives can you point her in the right direction?”
“Of course, sir.”
As he drove down the short road, Tristan could smell the sea air already. He had to admit that something about the ocean calmed him a bit, but it wasn’t enough to keep him from fuming about the continual interference of environmentalists on his projects lately.
The one in Thornhill was, pun intended, a thorn in his side. The little town was perfect for the mall development, but some days he wondered if it was all worth it. Many people in the town didn’t want the sprawling commercial development to be built, but it was the perfect location and price.
“Are we here?” Elliana asked, bleary eyed from her long nap.
“Yes, we are, sweetie.” Tristan pulled into the stone paved driveway and parked his luxury SUV.
“Can we go to the beach now?” she asked, excitedly.
“Maybe a little later. I have some calls to catch up on, and we need to unpack.”
He turned around in his seat. “Just a few calls, El. Then I’m all yours for the rest of the evening, okay?”
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