Over dinner, Indy combed through listings for a market analysis. The prospect of Griffin getting this house excited her. Not getting the commission she’d been counting on sucked, but this house was right.
She ran the numbers with him and they discussed ballpark figures for repair. Although the house was being sold “as is,” the renovation costs had to be considered.
She watched him in his sleek suit, jacket off, sleeves rolled, eating pizza. Kate had accused her of falling for him. How could she not? He was smart, employed, and sexy as all get-out. Her blood raced every time she thought about him.
But he’s my rebound guy. I can’t get in too deep. It defeats the purpose of rebound.
“What does the rest of your week look like?” he asked.
“More of the same. Why?”
“I have to go out of town
