Chapter 20
Nicolette Peters, Charlie's real estate agent, stood on the sidewalk when we pulled up in front of the house. A tight-fitting, navy business suit hugged her tall frame. Her black hair was up in a well-constructed bun, and she was gussied up to pageant queen proportions in the makeup department.
Did real estate agents get this dressed up, or was it just her preference?
Charlie walked around the car, and she beamed when they shook hands. The smile froze on her face when I stepped out.
There was a slight drop in warmth, like she didn't expect or want me there, but wanted to stay professional as we shook hands.
I pursed my lips and swallowed back a sigh. This was what I signed up for when I agreed to see this man regularly. Dealing with other women wasn't fun.
Even being a nat
