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Oh.
Jett blathered on as the passing daylight gilded his ridiculous box golden, the consequent shadow overtaking him, and the answer struck Kendall with the ringing clarity of a perfect note.
Their project’s damnation and his migraine’s cause: Jett Stetson.
Their project’s salvation and his migraine’s cure: Jett Stetson.
The genius and simplicity of the idea left him stunned; too long he’d ignored the greatest waste at the Palm Woods. Ignored, when mercurial fate had hand-delivered an answer and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity–because it was Jett.
With trance-like serenity and the implacable purpose of the righteous, he grabbed the rope.