“But if you’re a female fighter, that’d shock the shit out of me.” Instead, he prompted, “Still got no idea why you’re here, Amelia.” His blue eyes twinkled and my stomach fluttered. Mickey didn’t stick with that subject either. I shouldn’t anything that.Įven so, I needed to make a response so I did it mumbling, “That’s good.”Ĭonsidering our first meeting he had to rescue me from my infuriated, foul-mouthed ex-husband, I decided not to respond to that. “Suffice it to say, I don’t know you too well and I like you a whole lot more than I liked them,” he replied.īut I shouldn’t like that. “That sounds unpleasant,” I noted and the residual grin from his laughter turned into a smile. Figure the only way they could sell was to someone like you who the realtor could keep those two piranhas away from.” But it’s a pain in the ass because that house is in my neighborhood and that kinda shit affects the values of all the properties around it. Not a shame ’cause those two assholes got screwed in the end. They kept screwing around, the price on your place dropped three times, which is a shame ’cause that house is that house.
Place was on the market forever because neither would agree on an offer and actually got into it with the buyers so bad they’d pull out. She was a raging bitch and that was only capped by how huge of a dick he was.
The couple who built that place were pieces of work.
I couldn’t contain my jump when Mickey’s laughter filled the room, not only because it was an exceedingly handsome sound, but because it came as a surprise.īefore I could ask what was funny, he told me. If I saw it, I would have probably paid full price.” “The realtor should have put a picture of that on the Internet. “Oh my God,” I whispered, his words filling my head with a wondrous image, making me wish for another reason that I’d been able to move in several months earlier. ’Cause of that, March and April, your house looks like it’s floating by a cliff on a cloud of blue.” Went so far as to plant a bunch more to replace any they killed during construction.
Cameron liked ’em too, used them in the design, the color, the stained glass, the walk, and was careful not to disturb them if he didn’t have to. Even jumped the street and now they’re all over my lot, and that’s not a complaint. Planted some, they took off, went everywhere. Two generations of women who liked the feel of their hands in the dirt tended that property for nearly seventy years. “Folks who had the lot before had an old house on it. Not as close as I would have liked but could never have, but a lot closer than before. I managed that and looked up at him to see he was close.
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