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us.”
“ So we up our game. I got some business over the border needs taking care of. I can be back here in a week. I'll reach out to the other nomads. Show these assholes who runs this town.”
~ oOo ~
While Deke was doing whatever it was he did in Canada, Emma was biting her tongue as the stuck-up bitch of a realtor wandered around her house, taking notes and occasionally sighing and shaking her head. All she wanted was to know how much her house was worth, not get a critique on her choice of colors for the bathroom. She felt her teeth grind together as Ms. Hawkins ran a perfectly manicured finger along the bookshelf. “Well?”
“ Well, a lot depends on how quickly you want to sell.” Ms. Hawkins wrinkled her nose as the smell of rotting corpse wafted across the kitchen, and she scowled at Blue laying in the corner. “It is a cute little house, and there's room to extend out back. But – can I be honest here? – The décor is a little too... specific for most people's tastes. And the back yard isn't what I'd call attractive. For a developer that wouldn't be an issue. He'd probably just tear the whole thing down and start again. But for someone looking for a home it may be somewhat off-putting.”
“ Off-putting.”
“ Yes. I'm afraid so. If you want to get the market value and a quick sale, it would be wise to lose some of the clutter and change the color scheme to something a little more neutral.”
“ Neutral.”
“ Yes. Cream or beige is quite popular. I'm not sure about how you tackle the yard, but it might be worth getting someone to clear it and lay a lawn. You may not recoup the expense, but it could make the difference when it comes to making a sale.” She smiled. “I'll call you tomorrow with a figure I think we should market this at and if you're agreeable, we'll take it from there.”
“ Okay. Thank you.”
As soon as she was alone, Emma sank onto the chair and, with her elbows on the table, put her face into her hands. She wasn't stupid and she knew that not everyone shared her tastes, but –naively maybe – had thought that the person who bought her house would be someone who just fell in love with it. It's just a house, the mantra she'd been repeating since deciding to move, sounded hollow now. The thought that the lovely little home that she'd lived in for nearly ten years could fall foul of the developers wrecking ball made her feel physically sick.
~ oOo ~
The clubhouse just outside the Vancouver city limits was owned by a small local support club and resembled an oversized hunting lodge, complete with the heads of dead animals on the wall. It wasn't the first time Samson had visited, but he wasn't a regular in the small barroom and was causing quite a stir with the girls. As he leaned back on the leather sofa, his feet resting on the low table in front of him, enjoying his cold beer in front of a roaring log fire, he became aware of fingers trailing down his chest. He frowned. “Don't recall inviting you to sit down, darling.”
“ Thought you might be lonely.” She gave him what she clearly thought was an alluring smile.
There was lipstick on her tooth and someone had applied her makeup with a trowel. Vaguely he wondered what she would look like if she washed all that crap off her face. “Well you thought wrong. Take a hike.”
This was ostensibly a social call, just catching up with some old friends, but as supporters of the Freaks, the club had handed over the bar to him and a few of his nomad brothers to sit down and discuss business. The chapter was becoming too thinly spread, and he wanted to sound them out about splitting the chapter into two before taking it to the club. As if to prove his point, only six of his thirteen brothers had been able to make it, but they had all voted by proxy and after a somewhat heated discussion had agreed that this was really the best option.
Now, though, it was time to kick back, and his fellow nomads were
“ So we up our game. I got some business over the border needs taking care of. I can be back here in a week. I'll reach out to the other nomads. Show these assholes who runs this town.”
~ oOo ~
While Deke was doing whatever it was he did in Canada, Emma was biting her tongue as the stuck-up bitch of a realtor wandered around her house, taking notes and occasionally sighing and shaking her head. All she wanted was to know how much her house was worth, not get a critique on her choice of colors for the bathroom. She felt her teeth grind together as Ms. Hawkins ran a perfectly manicured finger along the bookshelf. “Well?”
“ Well, a lot depends on how quickly you want to sell.” Ms. Hawkins wrinkled her nose as the smell of rotting corpse wafted across the kitchen, and she scowled at Blue laying in the corner. “It is a cute little house, and there's room to extend out back. But – can I be honest here? – The décor is a little too... specific for most people's tastes. And the back yard isn't what I'd call attractive. For a developer that wouldn't be an issue. He'd probably just tear the whole thing down and start again. But for someone looking for a home it may be somewhat off-putting.”
“ Off-putting.”
“ Yes. I'm afraid so. If you want to get the market value and a quick sale, it would be wise to lose some of the clutter and change the color scheme to something a little more neutral.”
“ Neutral.”
“ Yes. Cream or beige is quite popular. I'm not sure about how you tackle the yard, but it might be worth getting someone to clear it and lay a lawn. You may not recoup the expense, but it could make the difference when it comes to making a sale.” She smiled. “I'll call you tomorrow with a figure I think we should market this at and if you're agreeable, we'll take it from there.”
“ Okay. Thank you.”
As soon as she was alone, Emma sank onto the chair and, with her elbows on the table, put her face into her hands. She wasn't stupid and she knew that not everyone shared her tastes, but –naively maybe – had thought that the person who bought her house would be someone who just fell in love with it. It's just a house, the mantra she'd been repeating since deciding to move, sounded hollow now. The thought that the lovely little home that she'd lived in for nearly ten years could fall foul of the developers wrecking ball made her feel physically sick.
~ oOo ~
The clubhouse just outside the Vancouver city limits was owned by a small local support club and resembled an oversized hunting lodge, complete with the heads of dead animals on the wall. It wasn't the first time Samson had visited, but he wasn't a regular in the small barroom and was causing quite a stir with the girls. As he leaned back on the leather sofa, his feet resting on the low table in front of him, enjoying his cold beer in front of a roaring log fire, he became aware of fingers trailing down his chest. He frowned. “Don't recall inviting you to sit down, darling.”
“ Thought you might be lonely.” She gave him what she clearly thought was an alluring smile.
There was lipstick on her tooth and someone had applied her makeup with a trowel. Vaguely he wondered what she would look like if she washed all that crap off her face. “Well you thought wrong. Take a hike.”
This was ostensibly a social call, just catching up with some old friends, but as supporters of the Freaks, the club had handed over the bar to him and a few of his nomad brothers to sit down and discuss business. The chapter was becoming too thinly spread, and he wanted to sound them out about splitting the chapter into two before taking it to the club. As if to prove his point, only six of his thirteen brothers had been able to make it, but they had all voted by proxy and after a somewhat heated discussion had agreed that this was really the best option.
Now, though, it was time to kick back, and his fellow nomads were
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