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Well, the only thing he is entertaining tonight is a bruised ego.
My cheeks hurt from how long I’ve been smiling.
Snap out of it. This is Julian!
I throw my phone to the opposite side of the bed.
Reserved Julian I can handle. Even competitive Julian can be frustratingly funny at times, although I wouldn’t tell him that solely because his ego doesn’t need any more boosting.
But ajokingJulian? I’m not sure I would stand a chance against this kind of behavior. Last thing I need is to stir up old feelings just because he makes me genuinely smile for the first time in months with a few quips.
God help you if your standards for men have fallen that low.
My phone vibrates with another text from Julian. Because I suffer from an inquisitive mind and a lack of self-restraint, I reach for it and read his latest message.
SECOND BEST
Do we have a deal?
ME
Yes.
My heart races as the three dots appear and disappear four different times before the next text comes through.
SECOND BEST
House is ours. I’ll text you the details about scheduling a walk-through once I deal with all the paperwork.
ME
Shouldn’t I be there for that?
SECOND BEST
Do you have a lawyer on retainer who can review all the contracts before tomorrow?
We both know the obvious answer.
ME
On second thought, I’ll sit this one out.
SECOND BEST
I’ll have Sam send you a standard company agreement that will honor your percentage after we sell the house.
I press my phone against my chest and stare at my childhood dream board. Although my design style has changed over the years and I no longer have an obsession with floral prints, my passion for historic homes has never wavered.
Lots of properties in Lake Wisteria have caught my attention, but the Founders’ houses stole my heart the first day my dad drove me past them. There is something about the stunning views, isolated properties, and view of the lake and nearby Historic District that calls to me.
It feels like I’ve spent years waiting for an opportunity like this, and I plan on taking advantage of everything Julian and his company have to offer once I sign on the dotted line.
My sister barrels into my room an hour later wearing a pink cowboy hat and a dress with far too many sparkles. “Grab your comfiest heels and your favorite tube of lipstick because the Muñoz sisters are going out.”
I pause my TV show and sit up in bed. “What? Since when?”
“There’s a costume party at Last Call, and our attendance is required.”
