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“What about him?” Jesse said. “I mean, I know he’s a country singer, but why are we talking about him?”
Kimmie bit her lip, then shook her head. “I just can’t believe you don’t know his name. Anyway, he’s interested in buying this place. Well, not this place alone. He wants to knock down the walls between this unit and the next one to make a place big enough for him and his dog.”
A big enough place for a man and a dog. This was a three-bedroom unit with a spacious kitchen and two bathrooms. It was plenty big enough for a man. How big was the guy’s dog?
“He also has a dog nanny.” Kimmie pulled out her phone and started tapping around on the screen. “See?”
Jesse stepped closer to get a better look at the screen. For some reason, he expected to see a picture of the dog nanny on the screen. Probably because that was the last thing she’d mentioned. But instead, it was a picture of a guy and a Siberian Husky with the words “Luke Kelly” emblazoned across the top of it.
“A dog nanny.” Jesse sat on the opposite end of his sofa, trying to process all the weirdness around him right now. Just minutes ago, he’d been enjoying the end of one of the best games he’d seen all season. The season had just started, though, so that wasn’t saying much. “What’s a dog nanny?”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her staring at him as though he’d just asked what a touchdown was. He could take a good guess as to what a dog nanny was, but that couldn’t possibly be right.
“A nanny for your dog,” she said. “He travels a lot, and his dog is like his child, so…”
Apparently, thatcouldbe right. This guy had a full-time nanny to take care of his dog. Jesse had heard a lot of weirdness in his time, but this took the cake.
“You sure know a lot about this guy,” Jesse commented.
“Everyone does.”
Ahh, there she went with the everyones again.Everyonelistened to the exact same music in this woman’s world. As annoying as this was, he couldn’t seem to extract himself from the conversation. She intrigued him.
But he didn’t have time to be intrigued right now. He needed to finish this up and knock out some work before the weekend ended. So he shrugged and pushed “play” on the TV.
2
“The guy in 1412 is a hottie.”
Ella Wayne looked up from her laptop, her frown changing to a smile. “Well. Good morning to you, too.”
Kimmie dropped her laptop bag by her chair and pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket. Jesse’s photo was still pulled up when she tapped on her browser. She crossed the room and held it up for her friend and coworker.
“Whoa. He looksrich.”
Frowning, Kimie turned the phone around to take a look at him. Of course, he had money. He lived in one of Lyric Tower’s penthouse suites. They started at a million bucks, and that didn’t include the monthly association fees and all that fancy furniture. But she wouldn’t have led with that information.
“I don’t suppose he’s in the market for a move,” Ella said.
With those words, Kimmie got what was happening here. Ella saw a rich man as a potential client. A client who could pay a real estate agent’s entire year’s salary.
“He’s the one in 1412,” Kimmie said. Hadn’t shejustsaid that? “At Lyric Tower?”
That seemed to shake the dust off in her brain. “The condo Luke Kelly wants to steal?”
Kimmie walked to the coffeepot, which was in the corner—thank goodness for small offices—and poured a cup. “Not steal.Buy.”
“Man, if you can make that deal happen.” Ella let out a long whistle. “You’d be set for the year. You could just kick back and relax.”
“Considering I haven’t sold anything for six months, I doubt it.” Kimmie reached for the powdered creamer and sprinkled some in her cup while she talked. “If I don’t sell something soon, I’m pretty sure Demetria will fire me.”
Demetria Lund was the broker who had hired Kimmie. She had locations all over the South and made ridiculous amounts of money. Still, she didn’t tolerate one of her agents not performing. She coached, helped, cajoled, then escalated to warning and firing. This was a business, and right now, Kimmie Hart wasn’t pulling her weight.
Of course, if she was fired, she’d still be a licensed agent. But she’d have to find a new broker, and she really wanted to keep working with Demetria and Ella.
Ella turned in her chair to face Kimmie as she took her seat, coffee mug warming her always-cold hands. “So what’s your plan?”
That was Ella. Always organized and methodical. It’s why she was Demetria’s top agent last year and was on track to be the top again. Well, it also didn’t hurt that Ella could sell sand on the beach. A comb to a bald man. Ketchup to a woman wearing white gloves.
