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herself another drink, but she stopped suddenly and stared at her glass. Not only was she turning into a fat pig, she was also becoming a lush. No wonder Patrick preferred Pearl to her.
    What a fucking rotten life. “God!” She lifted the glass up high over her head and hurled it into the fireplace.

BARBARA WATCHED NOAH from across the table at Georgia Brown’s, a trendy restaurant in the heart of downtown Washington, D.C., as he explained the housing market in northern Virginia to Bernice. They were eating crab cake and roasted chicken, and Noah had turned his smile on full blast for Bernice. That adorable brown face could be awfully hard to resist, and he was obviously having an effect on Bernice given how she kept leaning forward in her low-cut animal-print blouse and exposing her double-D breast implants.
    She had never seen Noah work the charm quite like this, Barbara thought as she watched Noah flirt with Bernice. He had never flirted with
her
, and for a moment Barbara found herself wondering why not. She and Bernice were about the same age, but Noah was always all business with her.
    “From what Barbara has told me about you,” Noah said, “I think Northern Virginia is ideal. It has some really nice neighborhoods and it’s not all that far from D.C. I see you somewhere with a lot of class. Maybe Great Falls.”
    Barbara smiled. By the time Noah was finished with Bernice she would be ready to buy ten houses.
    “Yes, well, as long as it’s far away from Prince George’s County and my ex,” Bernice said. “Did Barbara tell you I was getting a divorce, Noah?” She leaned so close to Noah that Barbara worried she would topple into his khaki-clad lap.
    Noah smiled at the obvious come-on. “Yes, she did. Sorry to hear that.”
    “Sorry? Don’t be sorry, baby,” Bernice cooed. “I’m single again and loving it.”
    Barbara had been surprised by the change in Bernice’s style of dress. When she was with Bernard, conservative suits were her signature attire. Now she wore short tight skirts and low-cut tops. Talk about being liberated.
    “You look fantastic,” Barbara said, in an attempt to change the subject. Bernice was getting a bit too brazen. Not to mention that the two of them were acting like she wasn’t even sitting at the table.
    “And I
feel
good,” Bernice added. “How old do you think I am, Noah?”
    Noah cleared his throat and laughed. “Oh, no. You’re not getting me to go there.”
    Bernice beckoned with her finger. “Come on, baby. Guess how old I am.”
    Barbara twisted her napkin in her lap. Noah was obviously on the spot. Bernice was well put together but she looked every bit her fifty-something years. If Noah said anything to offend her, they could lose a client.
    “He knows how old you are,” Barbara interrupted. “He saw the papers I had you fill out.” Noah hadn’t seen a thing and even if he had, Barbara suspected that he would hardly remember Bernice’s age. But she didn’t want this discussion of age to move one inch further. Noah managed to slip a thank-you wink to Barbara during the split second when Bernice wasn’t looking at him.
    “Uh, yes,” Noah said. “Now that I think about it I do remember seeing something. You definitely don’t look your age.”
    Bernice smiled brightly at him, and Barbara sighed with relief. “So, um, you’re looking for something just for yourself, then,” Barbara said. “Three to four bedrooms, fireplace . . .”
    “Fireplace in the bedroom,” Bernice added, her eyes glued to Noah.
    “Fireplace in the bedroom,” Barbara repeated as she took notes. She looked back up to see Bernice’s eyes boring down into Noah. Barbara was really getting annoyed. She was tempted to remind Bernice that Noah was a Realtor, not a gigolo.
    “Two- or three-car garage, Bernice?” she asked, trying to hold back the edge in her voice.
    “Hmm?” Bernice asked absentmindedly. “Oh yes, definitely a three-car garage.” She looked at Barbara.