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Abeautiful woman was standing outside his door.
Jesse Fulton stood, taking in the view from the security camera that appeared on his TV. He’d set it up so that when someone rang his doorbell, the app interrupted whatever he was watching, but right now he was seriously regretting putting that in place. The Titans were playing the 49ers and they’d just entered overtime. He didn’t have time to deal with company right now.
“May I help you?” Jesse asked, already prepared to dismiss her.
The woman looked around, squinting. Even on the grainy image provided by the doorbell’s camera, Jesse could see she was a knockout. She had a full head of wavy hair and an oval, angular face that made her stand out.
“Jesse Fulton?” she asked.
For a brief, terrifying moment, he wondered if she was here in some kind of legal capacity. Maybe she was delivering a subpoena or asking about a crime he’d witnessed. Not that he ever witnessed crimes, but he’d watched enough cop shows to know sometimes officers showed up by surprise.
“Yes.” He stood and walked toward the camera. She couldn’t see him, of course, but she could hear him.
“I need to talk to you for a second if I can,” she said. “Do you have a few minutes?”
Was it a second or a few minutes? Because he had neither. But as long as she was on the screen, he was worried his DVR wasn’t recording the game. At least if he went to the door, he could pause things and come back to it once she was gone.
“Be right there,” he said.
He hit the button to disconnect the call, and the game immediately came back on the screen. Jesse hit “pause,” afraid he might see something he didn’t want to see. He wanted to watch the game live, but if he couldn’t, he didn’t want to know the outcome before he saw it.
Jesse headed to the door, pocketing his phone. This was one of the older high-rise buildings in Nashville, but it had the best views of the city. Plus, all around him were restaurants, coffee shops, and even a drugstore. Anything he couldn’t get could be delivered in less than half an hour.
Opening the door, he wasn’t surprised to find that she was even more beautiful in full color. Those thick, long waves of hair were an interesting golden blonde color, with highlights woven throughout. She had enormous bright green eyes that exuded warmth. She wasn’t smiling, but her face seemed to have a permanent cheery look to it. He immediately liked her.
“I’m Kimmie Hart,” she said.
Okay. That name meant absolutely nothing to him. He’d normally be intrigued, but when it came to his money, he didn’t fool around. And the outcome of this game would directly impact his bank account.
“May I come in?” she asked.
Of course, she’d want to come in. And Jesse tried to be polite. He was raised to be a true Southern gentleman. He was also raised in a household where he knew better than to bug his dad when he was watching the game.Especiallyif it had gone into overtime.
“Depends,” he said. “What’s this about?”
Kimmie nodded, and it was clear from the expression on her face that she got it. She might be petite, but she could be a psycho killer type for all he knew. Letting a stranger into his condo would be a bad move.
“I’m the agent who sold this unit to you,” Kimmie said. “Well, not you directly. I know you’ve only been here a few weeks, so you might not have met me.”
He was completely lost. He’d moved in a few weeks ago, yes. But his staff handled getting all this in order. He just showed up at his attorney’s office to sign some paperwork. His own real estate agent had been there, but nobody else.
“Yes.” Jesse nodded. Whatever this was about, he just wanted to push things along here. “Sounds about right.”
“Would you be interested in a buyout?”
A buyout? Of this space? No. Finding a penthouse that was located right in the heart of downtown Nashville had been a chore. Beyond a chore. He’d waited for four condos in development to start selling, only to find they were already taken somehow. He’d finally gotten an agent who knew enough about the market to snatch this one up.
“Nope.” Jesse took a step back, preparing to shut the door. “Not interested. Thanks, though.”
“He’s offering an extra half mil over market,” Kimmie said as he grabbed the door and started moving it toward the “closed” position.
He stopped. A half million dollars, just to move out of the place he’d moved into a few weeks earlier? It was hard to say that wouldn’t be worth it. But he wasn’t starting that search over again.
“It took me too long to find this place,” he said. “You find me another penthouse in this good a location, and we’ll talk. Now, if you don’t mind—”
“Have you tried 505?”
