start asking questions.
He picked up the phone and dialed the number for his realtor. Sela Cooper was a friend of a friend of his mother’s—not exactly a close relationship, but better than pulling a name out of a hat when it came to the huge number of realtors in the greater Seattle area. She had proven to be professional and hard working; she didn’t stop looking until she found what Nick considered the perfect house. Little did he know. “Sela Cooper, please. Nick Kelly calling.”
In just a moment, she came on the phone. “Nick, how are you? How’s the house?”
“Pretty good,” he answered hesitantly. “I had a couple questions, though, and wondered if you were going to be in the neighborhood anytime today?”
“Sure, I can be. I need to drop off your home warranty papers anyway. What time works for you?”
“I’m here all day, Sela. Staring out the window, trying to write…”
She chuckled. “The view is stunning, isn’t it? Maybe you need to close the blinds while you work.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He wished it was the view distracting him. “So stop by whenever you can, would you?”
“You bet. I’ll shoot for around two.”
“Thanks, Sela.” He hung up the phone and looked around the house. Boxes were stacked high in every room. She would wonder why he wasn’t unpacking when he wasn’t writing, but frankly, he just couldn’t deal with that yet. He was getting along okay living out of boxes; at least he knew where everything was.
He burned a couple pieces of toast under the broiler because he couldn’t find the toaster (okay, he didn’t know where everything was…). But he was too distracted to worry about that now. He sat in front of his computer and brought the internet up, typing his address in a search engine and looking for whatever he could find.
People who said one could find anything on the internet had never tried searching for information about Nick’s Seattle address. There wasn’t squat to be Googled or Yahooed, and even Jeeves had no answers. By the time Sela arrived, he was on the verge of cranky again, and tried to dial it back a notch for her benefit. It wasn’t her fault, after all.
“Hey! How are you?” She stepped into the living room with a green plant in one hand and a sheaf of papers in the other.
“Fine, fine.” He motioned her in. “What’s this?”
She glanced around. “I thought it might make the place a little homier. I can see that it’s going to take more than a plant to do that.”
Nick rubbed a hand through his hair and chuckled. “Yeah, I haven’t directed all my energies towards unpacking yet. You know writers—once we get involved with something, it’s the only thing we can focus on. I’ve got a few critical chapters left in my manuscript, and I’m trying to deal with them.” A big fat lie , he told himself. But he wasn’t sure how much he could or should confide in Sela. It wasn’t the easiest subject to talk about, especially with an attractive woman. Did you realize the ghost who lives in the house you sold me gives one hell of a blow job? No, he didn’t think he was quite ready to bring it up.
Sela was an attractive woman. Her straight, shiny black hair fell just above her shoulders, and she had a pretty face and a damn good body. He guessed her to be about thirty-eight, which would make her ten years older than he was. The idea of an older woman turned him on, and if he wasn’t getting drained to the point of dehydration every night, he would definitely consider knocking on Ms. Cooper’s bedroom door.
The manner in which she responded gave him cause to believe she would open that door willingly. She set the plant on an empty corner of the coffee table, and when she approached him with the packet of papers, she let her breast brush against him ever so gently. “These are the warranty papers for all the major appliances in the house. The real estate company extends the warranty for a year from the date of purchase, so
He picked up the phone and dialed the number for his realtor. Sela Cooper was a friend of a friend of his mother’s—not exactly a close relationship, but better than pulling a name out of a hat when it came to the huge number of realtors in the greater Seattle area. She had proven to be professional and hard working; she didn’t stop looking until she found what Nick considered the perfect house. Little did he know. “Sela Cooper, please. Nick Kelly calling.”
In just a moment, she came on the phone. “Nick, how are you? How’s the house?”
“Pretty good,” he answered hesitantly. “I had a couple questions, though, and wondered if you were going to be in the neighborhood anytime today?”
“Sure, I can be. I need to drop off your home warranty papers anyway. What time works for you?”
“I’m here all day, Sela. Staring out the window, trying to write…”
She chuckled. “The view is stunning, isn’t it? Maybe you need to close the blinds while you work.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He wished it was the view distracting him. “So stop by whenever you can, would you?”
“You bet. I’ll shoot for around two.”
“Thanks, Sela.” He hung up the phone and looked around the house. Boxes were stacked high in every room. She would wonder why he wasn’t unpacking when he wasn’t writing, but frankly, he just couldn’t deal with that yet. He was getting along okay living out of boxes; at least he knew where everything was.
He burned a couple pieces of toast under the broiler because he couldn’t find the toaster (okay, he didn’t know where everything was…). But he was too distracted to worry about that now. He sat in front of his computer and brought the internet up, typing his address in a search engine and looking for whatever he could find.
People who said one could find anything on the internet had never tried searching for information about Nick’s Seattle address. There wasn’t squat to be Googled or Yahooed, and even Jeeves had no answers. By the time Sela arrived, he was on the verge of cranky again, and tried to dial it back a notch for her benefit. It wasn’t her fault, after all.
“Hey! How are you?” She stepped into the living room with a green plant in one hand and a sheaf of papers in the other.
“Fine, fine.” He motioned her in. “What’s this?”
She glanced around. “I thought it might make the place a little homier. I can see that it’s going to take more than a plant to do that.”
Nick rubbed a hand through his hair and chuckled. “Yeah, I haven’t directed all my energies towards unpacking yet. You know writers—once we get involved with something, it’s the only thing we can focus on. I’ve got a few critical chapters left in my manuscript, and I’m trying to deal with them.” A big fat lie , he told himself. But he wasn’t sure how much he could or should confide in Sela. It wasn’t the easiest subject to talk about, especially with an attractive woman. Did you realize the ghost who lives in the house you sold me gives one hell of a blow job? No, he didn’t think he was quite ready to bring it up.
Sela was an attractive woman. Her straight, shiny black hair fell just above her shoulders, and she had a pretty face and a damn good body. He guessed her to be about thirty-eight, which would make her ten years older than he was. The idea of an older woman turned him on, and if he wasn’t getting drained to the point of dehydration every night, he would definitely consider knocking on Ms. Cooper’s bedroom door.
The manner in which she responded gave him cause to believe she would open that door willingly. She set the plant on an empty corner of the coffee table, and when she approached him with the packet of papers, she let her breast brush against him ever so gently. “These are the warranty papers for all the major appliances in the house. The real estate company extends the warranty for a year from the date of purchase, so
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