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“Well, how was the house you looked at this morning?” I asked.
“It was perfect.” Crystal grinned. “It’s everything we want.”
“A few things need to be redone, but it’s no big deal.” Raphael smiled.
I stood there thinking about how they never did a thing to this home. The sliding door opened, and Tim called my name.
“Claire.” He gestured for me to step inside.
“Are you finished?” I asked.
“Listen, I know I don’t know you, but are you sure you want to buy this place?”
“Yes.” I breathed out a laugh. “It’s being totally gutted and remodeled.”
“Thank God. Here’s the appraisal.” He handed me a piece of paper.
Looking at it, I narrowed my eyes.
“This is more than I thought,” I said.
“It includes the piece of property next door.”
“Shit. I didn’t consider that. No big deal. Thanks, Tim.” I extended my hand.
“You’re welcome, Claire. Have a good day.”
I stepped onto the patio where Raphael and Crystal stood.
“Here is the appraisal.” I handed Raphael the slip of paper.
“Damn. This is more than we thought,” he said.
“It includes the property next door.” I smiled.
“Raphael, this is wonderful. Not only can we redo a few things in the new house, but we can buy all new furniture without tapping into our savings,” Crystal spoke excitedly.
“I’ll call the other realtor now and tell her we want that house. How soon can we close this deal? The house we want is already vacant,” Raphael spoke.
“As soon as possible.” I smiled. “I’ll call my attorney and get the paperwork ready to be signed so we can get this deal done.”
Iwent to the mall to try and find a formal dress for the fundraising gala Nick was taking me to. As I was in the women’s section at Nordstrom, I spotted Barb thumbing through the racks.
“Hello again.” I smiled, walking over to her.
She stared at me for a moment. “You were in the bakery the other day,” she said.
“Yes, I was. You thought I was staring at you.”
“That’s right. Hello again.”
“Can I be honest with you about something?” I asked.
“If I say no, you’ll say what you have to say anyway, right?” Her brow arched.
“Yes, I will.” I smiled. “You don’t seem like the type of woman who would work behind a bakery counter. You seem a little more high-class than that.”
“You’re very observant. I’m helping out my nephew. His wife owns the bakery. I do what I can to help my family.”
