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that most people in town didn’t know the turn their relationship had taken in college. Or how badly it had ended. “Yes. I’ll be listing some.”
    “Oh, that’s wonderful,” she replied before turning to Jessica with a nostalgic look on her face. “She and the Amador boys used to be inseparable.”
    Jessica smiled. “So I’ve heard.”
    Mrs. Flannigan glanced at her watch. “I’ve got to get to school, but do you think you can stop by my class this Thursday? It’s career day and I don’t have a Realtor, or anyone in sales for that matter, booked. You can stay a little while afterward and we can get caught up.”
    A career day chat to a room full of second-graders didn’t seem like it could hurt and it would be a new experience for her, so she agreed and quickly entered the cottage, before anyone else could stop them.
    They toured the layout, decided where their main furniture would go, took a few measurements, and then were out the door, each driven by their own agenda.
    Cassie ordered new marketing materials, carried out a more in-depth analysis of the regional market, and conducted a productive conference call with all three of her top Realtors in her car before meeting with Jessica again to make final decisions on furniture.
     
    Sam’s plan had been simple. Leave the bike on the porch of the office Cassie had just leased, late in the afternoon, when she and Jessica would most likely be gone, and then leave.
    But the moment he began climbing the steps, Marty and Johnny walked out the front door. When Johnny caught sight of the bike Sam was holding, a grin the size of Jupiter appeared on his face. Sam would like nothing better than to blast it off.
    He left the bike on the porch and went back down the front steps, fully intending to ignore Marty and Johnny. The front door opened once again, and Sam looked back to see who else was in the office to witness what a fool he was.
    Jessica and Cassie were standing on the porch, staring at the bike. He flexed his hand. The simple peace offering suddenly felt complicated.
    Cassie’s eyes met his. The fleeting, touched look in her eyes made him regret it and feel it was worth it all at once. A contradiction that gave him heartburn. “Where’d you find it?” she asked.
    “In the attic.” He cleared his throat, aware of Johnny and Marty’s amused expressions. “We got off to a bad start—it’s not good for business,” he said before turning to leave.
    He climbed into his truck, shifted it into gear, and drove down the long, sloping road without looking back. When he got to the bottom of the hill, he remembered he’d left the tailgate down and pulled over to lift it.
    He pulled back out, stopped at the red light, and flipped the signal to turn right when he felt something bump into his truck. The rearview mirror didn’t reveal anything, so he put his emergency lights on and shifted the gear to Park.
    When he got out, he saw Johnny, Marty, and Jessica running down the hill. When he got to the back of the truck, Cassie was sprawled on the ground, blood drizzling down her knee.
    “Cassie! Are you okay?”
    She looked up, a little dazed. A moment later, she started to laugh. At first, it was a nervous laugh, but soon, it turned into one of those big belly laughs that shook her shoulders and made tears roll down her cheeks. Sam couldn’t join in. He knelt and tried to look at her knee, but she shielded it. “I forgot the hand brakes had never been attached!” she let out between laughs.
    Sam ran a hand through his hair, feeling like a turd. “You always preferred the foot brake, but I forgot that was twenty years ago.” Why hadn’t he thought of buying the hand brakes? Because he’d offered to do it twenty years ago and she’d laughed in his face? Sam wanted to bash his head into the pavement. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.” They looked into each other’s eyes then, and Cassie must’ve seen how angry he was at himself, because she stopped