Chapter 24
Graham's POV
The fourth property of the day.
My focus was thinning, but hers? Endless.
Janessa was still moving through every room like it was her first.
The realtor played smooth R&B songs through the overhead speakers. That made time slow down.
“This playlist is lit. Is it weird to ask if you curated it for me or if it's your vibe?” She asked, arms folded, head tilted.
The realtor laughed, a little flattered.
“It's for you. From the little Mr. Caldwell told me about your energy. Hope you like it.”
“Pheew. I thought I had some stalker on my hands.” she chuckled.
“You're so spot on. That's some mad voodoo programming.” she commented.
Then turned to me. No smiles. Just a keen look.
“I like it.” she replied.
I looked away, pretending to check an outlet.
She humme
