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but not too close. Mmm, he smells amazing. I curse my cup of joe when the scent overtakes his. “I found a couple properties that may match what you want.”
Kellan leans in and his breath practically hits my neck. “Let’s take a peek.”
I need to breathe first. I sip the bitter drink before I swipe through the pictures. “This house has four bedrooms, which I realize is a lot for two people, but you can use two as an office for each of you. There are granite countertops in the kitchen and an amazing curved stairway leads the way upstairs. The basement is finished with a second full kitchen.”
He reaches over and the hair on his arm grazes over mine. “I like it. I’m not sure I require that much space, though.”
“Well, in the price range you’re looking, you probably will find mostly four bedrooms. Look at this one.” I pull up one slightly lower priced. “This also has four, but they’re smaller. The square footage is a couple hundred less.” I swipe photo after photo until he stops me.
“The dining room is awkward.” The room is offset from the living room and hallway separated by pillars.
“It is, but you could probably decorate those pillars in a way that wouldn’t give the area such an odd ambiance.”
“Next, please.” He taps the screen to exit out of the house.
“Come on! You’re not going to give any of these a try?” I spent a lot of time searching for these and I can’t believe he’s shooting them down without so much as a thought.
He picks up his coffee mug and leans back slightly. The twinkle in his eyes causes goosebumps to cover my body. “Nope. Not for me.”
“Okay, but they fit what your .. . “ I struggle with the word, “fiancée wants.”
“Yes, they do.” He pauses to drink and sets the cup back down. “I’m looking for something in between. I want a classy house, but not too big and too extravagant. That’s not my style.”
I found so many houses I could probably show just his fiancée or just him, but the two together make this impossible. Between Kellan and Janice Foley’s money pit, I’m at a loss. I don’t think I can feel more incompetent than I do right now.
“I’ll keep looking. I’m sure somewhere we’ll find a mix of what you two want. It’s all about compromise, right?”
“Yes!” His coffee spills onto the table a little. I grab a napkin at the same time he does and our hands meet at the spill. “Thanks, Kate. I appreciate everything.”
I’m staring into his beautiful eyes as I wipe up the mess. Our hands touch for a moment and for that brief second my insides heat up. “I do the best I can.”
A pile of napkins sit in front of him. He bunches them up and moves them aside. “If it means anything, I think you’re doing great.”
He has no idea exactly how much those words do mean to me.
Chapter
Eleven
Today is Janice’s open house and I’m trying to hold together any hope of selling this place. The house is so ridiculous. When I spoke with Janice about today, I got the impression she wasn’t planning on doing much to liven place up. I was right. What a waste of my time! She had a company come in and take almost all the furniture to the dump — furniture that should have been salvaged for showings. If she took the time to clean out the couch and recliner, why not pay cleaners as well? No. Leave me with the dirty work. Thank you, Janice. I wiped down every piece of wood with Lysol and took a rag to each wall. Two hours later I can finally put the sign outside.
The house is barely what I consider presentable when the event begins. I light a few candles and put them on the kitchen counter and spray air freshener in the bathroom. Good enough, I guess. I’ll be shocked if any offers come from this, but she can afford a sale to take awhile. The mortgage is free and clear so any deal is one-hundred percent profit. People may come in out of curiosity and then I can sell the dream house to them, tell them how they
Kellan leans in and his breath practically hits my neck. “Let’s take a peek.”
I need to breathe first. I sip the bitter drink before I swipe through the pictures. “This house has four bedrooms, which I realize is a lot for two people, but you can use two as an office for each of you. There are granite countertops in the kitchen and an amazing curved stairway leads the way upstairs. The basement is finished with a second full kitchen.”
He reaches over and the hair on his arm grazes over mine. “I like it. I’m not sure I require that much space, though.”
“Well, in the price range you’re looking, you probably will find mostly four bedrooms. Look at this one.” I pull up one slightly lower priced. “This also has four, but they’re smaller. The square footage is a couple hundred less.” I swipe photo after photo until he stops me.
“The dining room is awkward.” The room is offset from the living room and hallway separated by pillars.
“It is, but you could probably decorate those pillars in a way that wouldn’t give the area such an odd ambiance.”
“Next, please.” He taps the screen to exit out of the house.
“Come on! You’re not going to give any of these a try?” I spent a lot of time searching for these and I can’t believe he’s shooting them down without so much as a thought.
He picks up his coffee mug and leans back slightly. The twinkle in his eyes causes goosebumps to cover my body. “Nope. Not for me.”
“Okay, but they fit what your .. . “ I struggle with the word, “fiancée wants.”
“Yes, they do.” He pauses to drink and sets the cup back down. “I’m looking for something in between. I want a classy house, but not too big and too extravagant. That’s not my style.”
I found so many houses I could probably show just his fiancée or just him, but the two together make this impossible. Between Kellan and Janice Foley’s money pit, I’m at a loss. I don’t think I can feel more incompetent than I do right now.
“I’ll keep looking. I’m sure somewhere we’ll find a mix of what you two want. It’s all about compromise, right?”
“Yes!” His coffee spills onto the table a little. I grab a napkin at the same time he does and our hands meet at the spill. “Thanks, Kate. I appreciate everything.”
I’m staring into his beautiful eyes as I wipe up the mess. Our hands touch for a moment and for that brief second my insides heat up. “I do the best I can.”
A pile of napkins sit in front of him. He bunches them up and moves them aside. “If it means anything, I think you’re doing great.”
He has no idea exactly how much those words do mean to me.
Chapter
Eleven
Today is Janice’s open house and I’m trying to hold together any hope of selling this place. The house is so ridiculous. When I spoke with Janice about today, I got the impression she wasn’t planning on doing much to liven place up. I was right. What a waste of my time! She had a company come in and take almost all the furniture to the dump — furniture that should have been salvaged for showings. If she took the time to clean out the couch and recliner, why not pay cleaners as well? No. Leave me with the dirty work. Thank you, Janice. I wiped down every piece of wood with Lysol and took a rag to each wall. Two hours later I can finally put the sign outside.
The house is barely what I consider presentable when the event begins. I light a few candles and put them on the kitchen counter and spray air freshener in the bathroom. Good enough, I guess. I’ll be shocked if any offers come from this, but she can afford a sale to take awhile. The mortgage is free and clear so any deal is one-hundred percent profit. People may come in out of curiosity and then I can sell the dream house to them, tell them how they
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