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When the line went quiet, she assumed he’d hung up and nearly did the same before he spoke again. “Liv.”
“Yes?”
“You know I’d rather cut off my own arm than ever truly hurt you, right?”
She smiled, the first genuine smile of her day. “I do.”
“Okay.” His voice sounded strained. “Be good, Livvy.”
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Eleven
Putting on her bestrealtor smile, Olivia joined her clients in the kitchen of the charming townhome they’d been touring for the past half hour. “So, what do you think?”
“We love it. These floors are stunning and the natural light just gives it such an open feeling,” Maria Alvarez gushed, her gaze traveling the open space as she spoke.
Robert Alvarez frowned slightly. Olivia imagined he thought he had a great poker face, but there was no mistaking the excitement in his eyes. “It’s a great house. But I’m not sure about the price.”
Olivia fought hard not to roll her eyes. The home was well within their budget, and reasonably priced for the area. Especially considering the recent upgrades, such as the gorgeous hardwood floors his wife was head over heels for.
“Well, we can make a lower offer, but keep in mind if we go too low, someone may swoop in and steal it,” she explained, not surprised in the least when Robert’s face fell.
“What would you suggest?” he asked.
“All things considered, I wouldn’t go more than five under the asking price. Even that is pushing it, if I’m being honest.”
“Oh, Bobby.” Maria rolled her eyes and swatted her husband on the arm. “Stop being such a tightwad. It’s perfectly move-in ready, right down to the paint on the walls. And well within our budget as it is.”
‘Bobby’ had the grace to look sheepish. “That’s true. Let’s put an offer in.”
“Excellent!” Resisting the urge to do a victory dance, Olivia held out a hand to shake on the deal. “I’ll draw up the paperwork and have it sent to Allison this evening. I should have an answer for you by morning at the latest.”
She wished them luck and locked up behind them on her way out the door. Once she’d made it to her car, her heart began to race as she dialed her husband’s number.
“All done for the day?”
