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Authors: Tracy Krimmer
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is very attractive, but he’s also way out of my league and taken.
“A condo? That depends, I guess.” He breaks my romantic thoughts about him. I’m partially upset and mostly grateful. The less I picture him with his shirt off, the better. “Is there a lake view?”
“No, but the listing boasts a private pond. I think that’s much more appealing than a lake. The pond is on your property and belongs to you. With a larger body of water, everyone with a boat will be on it.”
“But all the tenants in the complex technically own it, not just me, right? And do I need to maintain it?”
Excellent questions. I prefer these over “Are their granite countertops?” and “What if I don’t like the color?” Those things are cosmetic. “Right. The entire complex has access, but you’re still gaining more privacy than with a lake. The association fees help pay for maintenance.” We stop at a red light and Kellan is thinking over the condo.
When we begin moving again, he says, “I’m not sure Macy will like a pond.”
The mention of Macy slices through me. I keep forgetting about her. I’m used to showing couples properties, not only one half of one. “Will she be joining us on any of our house tours?” I might as well prepare myself now.
“She travels a lot for her job, so I’m hoping she can join us via Skype.”
Touring a house through a phone or a computer? That will prove … interesting. “If you want her to do that, let me know in advance. I’m required to check with the owners before we do any type of recording.”
“Okay. Will do.”
“So what does she like?” I sense she’s calling the shots when it comes to the house decision making. I might as well get the list of must haves for her.
“Class. Anything expensive. Move-in ready. Hell, if we can find a furnished place, it’d make her day.”
“So basically nothing requiring to lift a finger.” Macy not only sounds controlling from the things Gretchen has said, but lazy. I guess if that’s what he likes, though, I shouldn’t say anything.
“Definitely.”
“Besides, if she lifts something too heavy, like a dust rag, she may sprain her other wrist, right?” I start laughing at my quip, but Kellan isn’t following my lead. Crap. I misjudged where we are on jokes in our friendship.
“That’s not funny.” He holds his face still and looks over at me. What the hell did I just do? Of course I tried to make a joke and it backfired. Leave it to me.
A slow clap ensues. “I’m kidding! That was pretty hilarious.” My breathing resumes and my heart starts beating again. “She’s not lazy, she just prefers a maid. Her parents always hired cleaning people and she wants the same. She wants us to be able to enjoy the house right away without having to spend a lot of time on renovations.”
When I moved to Madison, I chose a brand new build. I’m the only person who has lived in my unit, and I like that. The carpeting is spotless, the countertops are shiny, and the drywall is seamless. I like things tidy, so I rarely have to do more than the basic cleaning. I understand Macy’s viewpoint. After moving everything who wants to spend time fixing things?
“When did you move here?” Kellan grips his knee for a second and lets go. I’m trying not to take note of every motion he makes, but I can’t help myself.
“About six months ago. I like living here. I’m not used to a big city, though.” The conveniences are awesome, but I miss the rural drives and small town relationships. People enjoyed the bed and breakfast set in the middle of town and overlooking the mom and pop shops. Little towns like that exist in this area. I’ll be sure to search for some soon. I’m starting to feel a little homesick.
“No? Did you grow up in a hick town?”
“I wouldn’t call it that.” Others would, but I don’t. “I think the city I lived in before had like 11,000 people or something. That’s tiny, though, compared to other
“A condo? That depends, I guess.” He breaks my romantic thoughts about him. I’m partially upset and mostly grateful. The less I picture him with his shirt off, the better. “Is there a lake view?”
“No, but the listing boasts a private pond. I think that’s much more appealing than a lake. The pond is on your property and belongs to you. With a larger body of water, everyone with a boat will be on it.”
“But all the tenants in the complex technically own it, not just me, right? And do I need to maintain it?”
Excellent questions. I prefer these over “Are their granite countertops?” and “What if I don’t like the color?” Those things are cosmetic. “Right. The entire complex has access, but you’re still gaining more privacy than with a lake. The association fees help pay for maintenance.” We stop at a red light and Kellan is thinking over the condo.
When we begin moving again, he says, “I’m not sure Macy will like a pond.”
The mention of Macy slices through me. I keep forgetting about her. I’m used to showing couples properties, not only one half of one. “Will she be joining us on any of our house tours?” I might as well prepare myself now.
“She travels a lot for her job, so I’m hoping she can join us via Skype.”
Touring a house through a phone or a computer? That will prove … interesting. “If you want her to do that, let me know in advance. I’m required to check with the owners before we do any type of recording.”
“Okay. Will do.”
“So what does she like?” I sense she’s calling the shots when it comes to the house decision making. I might as well get the list of must haves for her.
“Class. Anything expensive. Move-in ready. Hell, if we can find a furnished place, it’d make her day.”
“So basically nothing requiring to lift a finger.” Macy not only sounds controlling from the things Gretchen has said, but lazy. I guess if that’s what he likes, though, I shouldn’t say anything.
“Definitely.”
“Besides, if she lifts something too heavy, like a dust rag, she may sprain her other wrist, right?” I start laughing at my quip, but Kellan isn’t following my lead. Crap. I misjudged where we are on jokes in our friendship.
“That’s not funny.” He holds his face still and looks over at me. What the hell did I just do? Of course I tried to make a joke and it backfired. Leave it to me.
A slow clap ensues. “I’m kidding! That was pretty hilarious.” My breathing resumes and my heart starts beating again. “She’s not lazy, she just prefers a maid. Her parents always hired cleaning people and she wants the same. She wants us to be able to enjoy the house right away without having to spend a lot of time on renovations.”
When I moved to Madison, I chose a brand new build. I’m the only person who has lived in my unit, and I like that. The carpeting is spotless, the countertops are shiny, and the drywall is seamless. I like things tidy, so I rarely have to do more than the basic cleaning. I understand Macy’s viewpoint. After moving everything who wants to spend time fixing things?
“When did you move here?” Kellan grips his knee for a second and lets go. I’m trying not to take note of every motion he makes, but I can’t help myself.
“About six months ago. I like living here. I’m not used to a big city, though.” The conveniences are awesome, but I miss the rural drives and small town relationships. People enjoyed the bed and breakfast set in the middle of town and overlooking the mom and pop shops. Little towns like that exist in this area. I’ll be sure to search for some soon. I’m starting to feel a little homesick.
“No? Did you grow up in a hick town?”
“I wouldn’t call it that.” Others would, but I don’t. “I think the city I lived in before had like 11,000 people or something. That’s tiny, though, compared to other
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