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The main street hummed with Monday morning shoppers and shopkeepers sweeping their footpaths as Laura pulled into a parking lot outside Wood & Lewis Solicitors. As she gathered her handbag off the passenger seat, Laura’s phone rang. It was Mick, but this time she was keen to answer and put the car in park quickly. ‘Hey, Mick,’ she said.
‘Laura. I thought you’d gone rogue on me,’ he laughed, his voice echoing. He must have had her on speakerphone.
‘Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t return your calls yesterday. I’ve just … had a lot going on. But yes, I’ll take the offer.’
She heard his hands clap together. ‘Fantastic! That’s great news. I’ll get onto my buyer and get the ball rolling. Want me to get in touch with your solicitor, or do you want to handle that?’
‘I’m already one step ahead of
