of trepidation. What would he think when he saw the house, which was now basically empty apart from his bedroom and one small room on the third floor?
‘Hello, Livia.’
‘Hi.’ She felt tense all over. Brittle. Angry. ’the door has a bell,’ she said coolly. ‘Please use it.’
He ignored it, put the briefcase on the kitchen table and opened it. He extracted some papers. ‘I have something for you to look at.’
She glanced at the papers. It wasn’t difficult to see what it was. A contract for the right of first refusal.
‘I understand Mrs Fletcher was here to discuss this with you yesterday afternoon.’
‘Yes.’ She glanced quickly over the paper. Then her eyes stopped. He intended to pay two thousand dollars. Cash, non-refundable. It was way more than the average fee. It was a very generous offer.
Her stomach churned. There was no reasonable way to refuse this deal. It was excellent business on her part to accept it. It would give her valuable cash upfront while she was doing all the work. And she was free to do what she wanted with the house.
But would she be? She bit her lip.
‘Is something wrong?’
‘No.’ She swallowed. ‘You’re willing to pay a high fee.’
‘I want to make sure you have no reason to refuse,’ he said evenly.
She didn’t. Not any reason that would make sense. Only reasons for which she had no words. Feelings, fears, apprehensions. And the damned little fairy jumping up and down inside her.
She collected herself. This was absurd. It was nothing more than a standard business agreement and the price was right. More than right. She sat down and began to read more carefully, making sure all was in order.
All was. It was a simple agreement, wrapped in legalistic jargon with which she was quite familiar by now.
’do we have a deal?’ He was still standing, looming over her, tall and commanding.
She met his eyes. ‘It would be unreasonable to refuse it, wouldn’t it?’
He gave a crooked smile. ‘Yes, it would be,’ he said quietly. There was something else in his voice, something beyond the calm tone. Anxiety plucked at her insides.
‘And if I want to be unreasonable?’ she asked.
He leaned towards her, bracing his hands on the table, his face close to hers. ’then so will I.’ There was a devilish gleam in his black eyes. ‘I will haunt you, sweet Olivia. One way or another I will own this house again, don’t doubt it for a moment.’
She didn’t. Once she was done with it it would be up for sale. Anybody with money could buy it. She shrugged. ‘I don’t doubt it.’ He was so close that she could smell the warm male scent of him. It had a disastrous effect on her heart rate.
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