P. S. Mac says hi, Avalon.
So do I.
And thank you.
The “T” stood for Tiberius.
Ty, Mac’s brother.
HOLY. SHIT.
That’swhere Mac had gone. To see his brother in New York!
There could really only be one reason he’d done that.
He’d done it for her.Becauseof her.
Whoosh! Her crumpled, limp heart unfurled like a filled sail. She breathed joy instead of oxygen.
“Avalon, you there? The key to our success? Are theyserious?”
The little voice in her hand gave her a start. She’d entirely forgotten about Corbin. “What the hell does that last part mean? The ‘hi Avalon’ bit?” Have you been planning this behind myback?”
“Shhh,” she said rudely. “No.”
Corbin was smart. He’d settle down and figure out this was about as lucky as he could get.
She pivoted abruptly when another email from “Martin Graybill Esquire” dinged into her mailbox. The subject line was:Devil’s Leap.
Graybill... Graybill... where and in what context had she heard that name before?
And then she remembered. The guy from the auction! Mac’s lawyer!
Her hands were shaking when she clicked it open.
Dear Ms. Harwood,
This is to inform you that the undeveloped parcel of land known as Devil’s Leap has been deeded to you by Mr. Maximilian Coltrane. You are now the official owner of record. Digital copies of the deed of transfer and relevant documents are attached.
No strings are.
Mr. Coltrane insisted I make that very clear.
Sincerely,
Martin J. Graybill, Attorney at Law
She sat down hard on her bed.
She covered her mouth with her hand as little by little her vision began to blur with tears. “Oh my God.”
“Avalon?” said Corbin’s teeny voice from her hand.
Devil’s Leap washers? What did it mean? What was Macdoing?
And then she got it: not only was he giving her choices.
He was making the proverbial Grand Gesture.