next few days are filled with other commitments. Are there any properties that meet my criteria?”
He lists what he’s looking for — a three bedroom house in an upscale neighborhood, or a high-rise condo overlooking a lake. Pretty snazzy. Sure, let me just wave my magic wand and the houses will appear, ready to show. Nothing comes to mind as I run through my file in my brain. I suppose I can review the database, though I’m not confident in what I’ll find. “Can I call you back in a few minutes? I want to check my records for what’s available first. Is that okay?”
“Sure. Call me as soon as you can. I’m anxious to start the day. It’s almost half over!”
I glance at my clock. Nine-fifteen. Half over? What time does he wake up in the morning? The only reason I’m up is because of work. Otherwise, I’d still be in bed. No doubt.
I hang up the phone and immediately begin searching through my database. He didn’t give me too many specifics, but his price range is high — all the way up to almost eight hundred thousand. I can find a pretty nice place for that amount.
A couple results come up as empty houses, so I can show them at any moment. The pictures inside are respectable, but I’m not positive they will suit his needs. Still, they’re great contenders if not only for the convenience. I enter their information into my phone, call Kellan back, and agree to meet him.
••••••••••
Kellan meets me at my office. Normally we don’t drive with clients. These days you can’t be too careful. However, since he’s now a friend, I’m comfortable with it. Plus, this gives me more of a chance to spend time with him.
I’m surprised he’s in the lobby a few minutes before he said he would be considering he missed bowling practice. I don’t equate him with punctuality. I’m never late. Never. I realize you should “never say never,” but it’s true. Being on time is simply a sign of respect.
He’s standing at the window watching the traffic pass by when I approach him. He’s in jeans and a shirt that fits nicely on his body.
“Kellan?”
He turns and I’m immediately drawn into this dark eyes. His mouth curves at every angle, the middle of his lips forming a “V” like his last name. He’s perfection.
“Look at you all dressed up!”
I glance down at myself. When he first met me I wore my flashy bowling shirt and a pair of tacky khaki slacks. Now I’m in a knee-length skirt, a button down blouse, and high heels. “I can’t really wear a T-shirt and jeans to work.”
“Are we taking your car or mine?”
“I’ll drive.” I know where we’re going, and I’m a horrible backseat driver. Kellan doesn’t need to see that side of me.
“Do you need anything from me? A copy of my driver’s license, a blood sample, or a hair follicle?”
“No. I trust you.” I laugh and rearrange my keys in my hand. “Let’s head out then.”
He follows me to my car and as I fumble to balance my phone, file folders, and tea, he opens the door for me. “Thank you.” I set my items down on the front seat so I can put my tea in the cup holder and then toss the rest in the back.
Kellan walks around to the other side and joins me in the car. “Where are we starting?”
I buckle my seatbelt and his cologne drifts over to my side of the car. I can’t place all the scents, but I sense grapefruit, mandarin orange, and sage. My nose is infused with the aroma, and I hope it lingers long after the house search is over. “Well, you said you want something in an upscale neighborhood. I picked a few of those to show you, and a condo if you’re interested.”
We pull out of the lot and begin our drive. We’re both silent for a few moments, awkwardness filling the air like we’re on a date. I think my talk with Gretchen is getting to me. I’m thinking about Kellan as though a spell has been cast on me and I’m falling for the first man I see. Straight out of Teen Witch . Kellan
He lists what he’s looking for — a three bedroom house in an upscale neighborhood, or a high-rise condo overlooking a lake. Pretty snazzy. Sure, let me just wave my magic wand and the houses will appear, ready to show. Nothing comes to mind as I run through my file in my brain. I suppose I can review the database, though I’m not confident in what I’ll find. “Can I call you back in a few minutes? I want to check my records for what’s available first. Is that okay?”
“Sure. Call me as soon as you can. I’m anxious to start the day. It’s almost half over!”
I glance at my clock. Nine-fifteen. Half over? What time does he wake up in the morning? The only reason I’m up is because of work. Otherwise, I’d still be in bed. No doubt.
I hang up the phone and immediately begin searching through my database. He didn’t give me too many specifics, but his price range is high — all the way up to almost eight hundred thousand. I can find a pretty nice place for that amount.
A couple results come up as empty houses, so I can show them at any moment. The pictures inside are respectable, but I’m not positive they will suit his needs. Still, they’re great contenders if not only for the convenience. I enter their information into my phone, call Kellan back, and agree to meet him.
••••••••••
Kellan meets me at my office. Normally we don’t drive with clients. These days you can’t be too careful. However, since he’s now a friend, I’m comfortable with it. Plus, this gives me more of a chance to spend time with him.
I’m surprised he’s in the lobby a few minutes before he said he would be considering he missed bowling practice. I don’t equate him with punctuality. I’m never late. Never. I realize you should “never say never,” but it’s true. Being on time is simply a sign of respect.
He’s standing at the window watching the traffic pass by when I approach him. He’s in jeans and a shirt that fits nicely on his body.
“Kellan?”
He turns and I’m immediately drawn into this dark eyes. His mouth curves at every angle, the middle of his lips forming a “V” like his last name. He’s perfection.
“Look at you all dressed up!”
I glance down at myself. When he first met me I wore my flashy bowling shirt and a pair of tacky khaki slacks. Now I’m in a knee-length skirt, a button down blouse, and high heels. “I can’t really wear a T-shirt and jeans to work.”
“Are we taking your car or mine?”
“I’ll drive.” I know where we’re going, and I’m a horrible backseat driver. Kellan doesn’t need to see that side of me.
“Do you need anything from me? A copy of my driver’s license, a blood sample, or a hair follicle?”
“No. I trust you.” I laugh and rearrange my keys in my hand. “Let’s head out then.”
He follows me to my car and as I fumble to balance my phone, file folders, and tea, he opens the door for me. “Thank you.” I set my items down on the front seat so I can put my tea in the cup holder and then toss the rest in the back.
Kellan walks around to the other side and joins me in the car. “Where are we starting?”
I buckle my seatbelt and his cologne drifts over to my side of the car. I can’t place all the scents, but I sense grapefruit, mandarin orange, and sage. My nose is infused with the aroma, and I hope it lingers long after the house search is over. “Well, you said you want something in an upscale neighborhood. I picked a few of those to show you, and a condo if you’re interested.”
We pull out of the lot and begin our drive. We’re both silent for a few moments, awkwardness filling the air like we’re on a date. I think my talk with Gretchen is getting to me. I’m thinking about Kellan as though a spell has been cast on me and I’m falling for the first man I see. Straight out of Teen Witch . Kellan
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