With effort, Carlos relaxed a white knuckled grip on the railing and debarked on shaky legs. He resisted the urge to kiss the solid deck-boards beneath his feet.
One look around, and his nausea doubled. He had bought this. This? “Location, location, location,” he heard his agent chirp in the back of his mind.
Easing down to sit on the dock, he breathed. Breathed in clean ocean air. Waves sang in the distance among a chorus of birds that soared high overhead. Mountains framed the distant horizon.
Things began to take shape in his mind. Location, location, location.
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