THE COUNTDOWN~SIENNA~Mr. Pruitt called at nine in the morning."It's yours," he said, sounding almost disappointed not to have a better story to tell. "Other buyer withdrew his offer last night. No explanation. Just a call saying to let it go to you."I sat very still at the kitchen table, the phone pressed to my ear, waiting for the catch.There wasn't one."That's it?" I asked. "He just gave it up?""Guess so. Some men don't like fighting over dirt." There was a pause, papers shuffling on his end. "Congratulations, Ms. Vale. We can close as soon as your funds clear."I thanked him and hung up, and then I sat there for a long moment, turning it over.Adrian Black didn't strike me as a man who gave up anything easily. Not a parking lot standoff, not a staring contest, not thirty-one acres of dead grass and rusted iron.He hadn't lost interest.He'd decided something else mattered more than owning the land outright.I just had no idea what.I didn't know what that meant yet. I filed
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