Carl took Rosalyn's seat, hugely satisfied as he felt her lingering warmth."Let's talk terms, Eric Hammond," he said. "What would it take for you to let Rosalyn go?"Eric pressed a button on his armrest that extended an awning, but he kept his shades on despite having enough cover. "Are you drunk or sleepwalking, Mr. Grant?"Carl ignored his diss and flashed his card. "You can have Racehorse Peak if you want."Racehorse Peak was in the heart of the newer portion of Cromwell—just last month, the only bidders left were Carl and Eric.Even now, Carl still remembered what had happened that day.Rosalyn was there too, and Eric had told him out loud, "It's time to let go, Mr. Grant."Come to think of it, Eric didn't just mean Racehorse Peak, but also Rosalyn.While there was no question that Eric had ulterior motives in marrying Rosalyn, but as a man, Carl could tell that he harbored feelings for Rosalyn.Still, when did that start?"For free?" Eric asked just then, yawning as if
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