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caught in her throat. She’d liked being the Closer of the Kennebunks. She’d liked the way it made her feel. “Not anymore,” she said and hung up on him.
She put the phone down and pressed her hands to her face, willing herself not to cry. Crying was stupid. It was for wimps. Why the hell had she become such a crier since Daniel was born? Since he was conceived. It must have been the hormones.
She let out a breath and cleared her throat, focusing on her computer. Nothing. There was nothing there in her tracking queue. Not a single line or entry. She had exactly nothing going on. Well, nothing but a great big threat of being fired hanging over her head if she didn’t get something going.
It was utterly unfair. Simon was serious about buying a house. The pieces clicked in place. Second Chances had been picked up for a second season. He would need to live in the area for several months each year for filming. Simon was a star. He had money. The commission from the kind of house that he could afford could not only set her back on track with Carol, it could get her out of her parent’s house. And if word got out that Jenny was a realtor to the stars, who knew what other clients would come running at her.
Clenching her jaw, she swiped her phone off the desk and hit redial for Simon.
“Feeling better yet?” he answered instead of hello.
“Do you really want to buy a house?” she asked. More like growled in her current frame of mine.
“Yes, I do,” he answered. She could hear the smile of victory in his voice.
Dammit, she was going to have to do this. “What are you looking for?” she asked. “What do you want to spend?”
“Something in this area, and whatever it takes,” he answered.
Yep. Simon was a realtor’s dream client. She could steer him toward the big price tags without any regret. He could save her career. He could wreck her life.
“How about I put together a portfolio of some possibilities,” she started. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed both Ivy and Laurel watching her, their eyes alight with interest. “I’ll put some things together and come over to Sand Dollar Point to show them to you,” she continued in a quieter voice. There was no way on earth she was going to have Simon come in to the office until and unless she absolutely had to.
“That sounds divine, love,” Simon answered. “Want me to slip into something a little more comfortable for—”
She hung up on him. It was going to be bad enough already. No need to encourage him.
He really shouldn’t bait Jenny. Simon leaned against the railing of Sand Dollar Point’s front porch as Jenny pulled her shiny white car into the empty drive and smiled. He really, really shouldn’t bait her. At the same time, he couldn’t help but feel that she needed someone to tease and poke at her, someone to help her remember that life wasn’t all seriousness and misery. It’d taken him long enough to learn that himself.
“You made it.” He greeted her with a smile as she climbed out of her car and started toward the porch.
He had no idea how she walked in high pink pumps like the ones she had on, but he wasn’t going to complain. She was a picture in a smart baby-pink skirt suit, her long pony tail swishing behind her.
“I’m here to help you find a house,” she said in no uncertain terms as the climbed the stairs to the porch beside him. “That’s it. I’m not here to flirt with you or to get cute with you, and if you try anything at all, I will smack you.”
“Promise?” He couldn’t resist.
“Simon,” she warned him.
He held up his hands in surrender. “I’ll behave.”
“Good.”
She pushed ahead, walking around the porch to the far side. All of Spence and Tasha’s white wicker porch furniture had been put back in place after the wedding. Jenny set her bag on the table and took out a folder.
“I’ve printed out a few listings that I thought might be what you’re looking for,” she said,
She put the phone down and pressed her hands to her face, willing herself not to cry. Crying was stupid. It was for wimps. Why the hell had she become such a crier since Daniel was born? Since he was conceived. It must have been the hormones.
She let out a breath and cleared her throat, focusing on her computer. Nothing. There was nothing there in her tracking queue. Not a single line or entry. She had exactly nothing going on. Well, nothing but a great big threat of being fired hanging over her head if she didn’t get something going.
It was utterly unfair. Simon was serious about buying a house. The pieces clicked in place. Second Chances had been picked up for a second season. He would need to live in the area for several months each year for filming. Simon was a star. He had money. The commission from the kind of house that he could afford could not only set her back on track with Carol, it could get her out of her parent’s house. And if word got out that Jenny was a realtor to the stars, who knew what other clients would come running at her.
Clenching her jaw, she swiped her phone off the desk and hit redial for Simon.
“Feeling better yet?” he answered instead of hello.
“Do you really want to buy a house?” she asked. More like growled in her current frame of mine.
“Yes, I do,” he answered. She could hear the smile of victory in his voice.
Dammit, she was going to have to do this. “What are you looking for?” she asked. “What do you want to spend?”
“Something in this area, and whatever it takes,” he answered.
Yep. Simon was a realtor’s dream client. She could steer him toward the big price tags without any regret. He could save her career. He could wreck her life.
“How about I put together a portfolio of some possibilities,” she started. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed both Ivy and Laurel watching her, their eyes alight with interest. “I’ll put some things together and come over to Sand Dollar Point to show them to you,” she continued in a quieter voice. There was no way on earth she was going to have Simon come in to the office until and unless she absolutely had to.
“That sounds divine, love,” Simon answered. “Want me to slip into something a little more comfortable for—”
She hung up on him. It was going to be bad enough already. No need to encourage him.
He really shouldn’t bait Jenny. Simon leaned against the railing of Sand Dollar Point’s front porch as Jenny pulled her shiny white car into the empty drive and smiled. He really, really shouldn’t bait her. At the same time, he couldn’t help but feel that she needed someone to tease and poke at her, someone to help her remember that life wasn’t all seriousness and misery. It’d taken him long enough to learn that himself.
“You made it.” He greeted her with a smile as she climbed out of her car and started toward the porch.
He had no idea how she walked in high pink pumps like the ones she had on, but he wasn’t going to complain. She was a picture in a smart baby-pink skirt suit, her long pony tail swishing behind her.
“I’m here to help you find a house,” she said in no uncertain terms as the climbed the stairs to the porch beside him. “That’s it. I’m not here to flirt with you or to get cute with you, and if you try anything at all, I will smack you.”
“Promise?” He couldn’t resist.
“Simon,” she warned him.
He held up his hands in surrender. “I’ll behave.”
“Good.”
She pushed ahead, walking around the porch to the far side. All of Spence and Tasha’s white wicker porch furniture had been put back in place after the wedding. Jenny set her bag on the table and took out a folder.
“I’ve printed out a few listings that I thought might be what you’re looking for,” she said,
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