"Hello," Sean York said, looking at Grace Winslow and calmly extending a hand. "Planning to settle down in Coronet for good?"
Grace Winslow shook his hand. "That's the plan for now, but I'll have to see what my options are after graduation."
"I hear you're at Crestwood University, Comrade Winslow? That makes us practically alumni." Sean York chuckled, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He took one out and stuck it between his lips, his eyes landing on Grace Winslow's face. He then stopped himself from reaching for a match.
With the cigarette dangling from his lips, his voice was slightly muffled. "I'll go with you to handle the title transfer in a bit."
"It'll be a straight exchange—money for the property."
Grace Winslow had no objection to that.
'She had the money on her, and Quentin Colton seemed trustworthy enough. He probably wouldn't try to pull any last-minute tricks, like suddenly jacking up the price.'
