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an offer on the golf course
Author: Jericho Chase
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It was a late Saturday afternoon and the sun was mild above the polished greens of the golf course.

Barry lined up his shot, inhaled deeply, and with a calm swing, sent the ball arcing smoothly across the fairway.

The soft thud as it landed pleased him. Life had been kind to him in recent weeks.

Raven had opened her own business, Reeves empire had crumbled, and the FBI had dragged him down for his illicit dealings on the island.

Adam and Zoey got back together, thriving in their respective careers.

Barry felt a deep swell of gratitude as he walked the course, club resting against his shoulder. This sense of peace and quiet was something he didn’t take for granted.

He was lining up another shot when a voice called from behind him.

“Barry.”

He turned and saw a tall, broad-shouldered man in a well-tailored navy jacket approaching.

His hair was white, combed neatly back, and his weathered face bore wrinkled lines caused by age.

At sixty-eight, Mr. Rochester was a successful business
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