Now, this is the time when I usually leave. This is the time when I smile, thank my client for his or her business, and tell him or her or them that I will check in later to see if they are all settled. I never do, but I say it anyway. I seriously never even step inside the new house with other clients. I unlock the door and leave. Why am I standing in the living room, looking around like I’m house hunting or something?
Brad Ryan sets the basket down on the counter thing and I decide I need to go.
“Well, glad things worked out with both houses. If you. . .” Then, Brad Ryan cuts me off with, “You’re not gonna have a toast with me? Heck, two sales, I’d think you’d want to celebrate, too.” He smiles and I know he couldn’t care less about how many commissions I made off him. He probably owns the store where I got him the gift certificate.
“Oh, sure, I mean, I can have a little sip.”
At this point, at least six of my chakras are spinning around at warp speed. Did Brad Ryan just invite me for cocktails? He pops off the cork without even using a towel and I give him one more check mark in the “skills” category. He pours a little bubbly for each of us and we click our plastic champagne flutes together.
“Congratulations,” I say again.
“You too.”
I take a deep breath in and he asks, “You always so nervous?”
This of course, makes me more nervous.
“No, why do you say that?” I ask, taking a gulp of champagne. “I have just always been hyper.”
“Maybe you should meditate more?”
What?
“Well, I do yoga, but yes, I try to meditate. . .do you meditate?”
There is no way Brad Ryan is Buddhist.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he says in his sexy Southern drawl. “Got to if I wanna stay sane in my business.”
Really?
I instantly envision me and Brad Ryan riding his Harley to a yoga/meditation retreat next summer. My knees are wobbly. Then, Brad Ryan takes my champagne flute and sets them both on the counter. I am pretty sure he’s going to kiss me, but it seems so impossible that I am momentarily afraid he’s just going to tell me I’ve had enough to drink since I’m driving.
“Now that our real estate business is complete, there’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while.” He says this as he cups my whole face in his tanned hands and pulls my mouth up to his. Brad Ryan kisses me softly and my whole body melts into his.
I am finally in love.
The End (for now)
What happens next? How does Melissa handle a five-year-old and an ex-wife as mean as Satan?
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