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“Thanks, Jake, but I’ve heard the word before.”
“Why was my baby sister in a dark room with him?” Beth digs her hand in Mae’s bag of chips and pops one in her mouth. So much for her “I eat healthy for the baby” mantra.
“It was a presentation for a client and Mr. Jacobson was in the room too, as were a lot of other people,” I say, pulling more kitchen items from the box.
“Kinky. I had no idea.” Jake laughs.
“Tread carefully,” my dad says.
I stick my tongue out at Jake and point at him as if we’re ten and he got in trouble.
“I thought you worked for some Beard guy?” Beth asks.
“She does, but Mr. Mancini is famous for losing every assistant who works for him. Everyone knows to get the hell out of Dodge when it happens mid-day because the man can do nothing for himself.” Jake tears open another box.
“I’d like him to make me a cup of coffee one day. Preferably naked.” Mae looks up at the ceiling as though someone’s going to answer her wish.
“He’s so good-looking that it overrides his jerkiness?” Beth asks, reaching for a chip.
Mae hands her one then places her hands on my sister’s belly. “Do you like the salt?” she baby-talks to my sister’s belly.
“No. The fact that he can’t manage to make one copy by himself or even remember my name brings his attractiveness down, believe me.” Even I hear the lie in my tone.
“Huh. I think I need to come into the office.”
I point at my sister. “You stay far away.”
She laughs, and Mae sits up, crossing her ankles on the couch while pulling out her phone. “Here.”
“How do you even have a picture of him?” I find myself leaving my dad’s side to go check it out.
“It was an article some Manhattan business magazine did on him, and guess who his brother is?”
No one answers.
“Carmelo Mancini, the realtor guy.”
“The half-naked guy on the billboards that say, ‘You know you want it’?” Beth laughs while her finger scrolls down the screen.
I sit on the edge of the sofa. “I’m sure that was his brother’s idea.”
“He’s just as good-looking as his brother though. If I was in the market to buy a place, I’d definitely call him.”
I roll my eyes at Mae and stand up before drool actually falls from my mouth. The picture of Mr. Mancini in the article is definitely drool-worthy. He’s seated on a couch with a drink in his hand, staring out over the New York skyline like he owns the city.
“Very eatable,” Beth says and hands back the phone.
“You mean edible?” I ask, returning to my dad, who throws up his hands.
“I have a feeling Sam needs my help.”
We laugh as my dad shakes his head, walking down the hallway.
“So you like him?” Beth asks.
“No!” I screech.
“She does,” Jake deadpans. “Like, drool-down-her-chin and heart eyes every time he walks by. I give you props, today must have been so hard.”
