The real estate agent opened the door. Garrett pushed Johnette over the threshold by the small of her back. She wheeled around and wrinkled her nose at the musty, moldy smell.
“As you can see, it’s in pretty good shape. That’s why the price is a bit higher than what you’re looking for,” Sandra Lawrence said. “It might need a touch of paint here and there but, you could open up the bed and breakfast tomorrow if you needed to.”
“Uh…with a supply of air fresheners,” Garrett said.
“You could order industrial strength ones,” Johnette added.
Sandra led them into a room right off the entry hall. “Your check-in desk could be here.”
Garrett looked around the front room. Johnette wandered to the window and ran her hand along the sill and then checked her fingertips for dust. He scowled at her f
