Chapters (35)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- About the Author
- Also by Lauraine Snelling
- Praise for
- Author Letter
“All right, Mrs. Inquisitive. Good grief, one can’t keep anything private in this town. Yes, we went out to a very nice dinner at the club house, where I haven’t been for a very long time. And yes, we are doing things together. He is a fine man and we enjoy our time together. Now that is all I am going to say right now, so—” She looked up. “Thanks, Anne, oh, this smells so good.”
Speculative looks were becoming more frequent on MJ’s face. “He’s in love with you, isn’t he?” She nodded, her sleuthing look visible in her grin.
“No comment. Now, can we please drop it?” Roxie glanced at her watch. “I have to leave here in fifteen minutes. You know how I feel about being late for a client.”
MJ raised both hands in the air. “All right, all right, but you better promise me you will bring me up to date when you come to a decision. Now, how are Loren and Nate doing?”
“This afternoon Loren and I are going shopping for a little black dress for her, along with accessories.”
MJ clapped her hand over her heart. “Well, I never…How wonderful.”
“Now don’t go getting them married yet, all right? I am sure he’s in love with her…” Like father, like son. “But I don’t think she’s aware of it yet, thinks they are just friends.” Roxie stared hard at her best friend. “I better not hear from anyone that you passed on this tidbit, got it?”
“Yes, ma’am. Besides, Roxie, you know I don’t gossip.”
“Not to Amalia or Ginny even?”
“That’s not gossip, that’s good friends sharing.” She rolled her eyes toward the tin ceiling. “All right, I will not mention anything to anyone.” She did the motions as she said, “Cross my heart and hope to die…”
“Don’t get carried away. We’re meeting Ginny and Amalia for lunch here on Friday, right?”
“Yes, I have it on my calendar for noon. Looking forward to it.”
“Me too.” Roxie ate the last bite and drained her cup. “I’m out of here. Coming?”
“Two minutes, er, one minute.” She chugged her latte and took the last bite of roll. “Yum.”
After a fast walk home, Roxie met with her clients and recorded their offer on their favorite of the two homes they had seen before. “This is a good solid offer, but you know there will probably be negotiations. Are you willing?”
“To a degree,” the man said while he and his wife looked at each other and both nodded. “And all depends on the inspection. How soon will that be able to happen?”
“The owner has to accept your offer before we schedule an inspection. But I feel strongly that will go through easily. I’ll submit to their Realtor this afternoon and we’ll see. Be prepared.”