Chapter Sixteen
“This is the third house we’ve looked at,” Mark said, “so what exactly is it about this one that you don’t like?”
Billy Jo made herself look around the open kitchen, with its small butcher block island, electric stove, and windows that didn’t open. She didn’t know why, but it just didn’t feel right. “Other than the fact that it’s overpriced? All the cars parked next door make it look like a junkyard, and I just don’t want to live next to that. There’s no wall oven, no gas stove…” She let out a sigh and looked around, not having to look over to know Mark was doing his best to stay calm.
“I ran a check on the neighbors,” he said, “and we could do renovations.”
Her cell phone was ringing, so she reached into her purse and pulled it out to see the caller was from the office
