Page 99 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
“How can I say no to that pretty face?” she asked, cupping Jamari’s chin.
My baby showed all thirty-two of her teeth as she smiled. Wynter rarely told her no, but in the case she did, she didn’treceive any pushback from it, which I appreciated. She was a positive influence on my daughter, and I loved it.
I turned into the driveway of the last home we were scheduled to view. I’d purposely saved this once for last because I knew Wynter would love it. Samantha, my relator, hopped out of her car and headed to the lock box on the front door. As we got out, I watched Wynter gaze at the house in awe.
“This is beautiful,” she whispered.
It was a beautiful, two-story modern home with a classic look, including a mix of stonework and smooth stucco. It was the perfect contrast of light and dark brown. There was a two-car garage and perfectly manicured lawn that matched the rest of the neighborhood.
“You think so?” I teased, grabbing her hand.
“Um, yes! This is gorgeous.”
I chuckled and winked at Jamari, who was in on my plan. She grinned as she linked her arm through Wynter’s.
“Let’s see inside,” I suggested.
We walked forward to meet Samantha at the door.
“I really think you’re gonna love this one, Mr. Pierre,” she led us into the house. “Now, as soon as you come through the front door, you’re greeted by a bright, open foyer. This is the perfect place for an entryway table or shoe and coat storage. Off to the left, there is a small closet and your security system. As we enter into the living space of the home, we are met with high ceilings and natural light spilling through the windows. Isn’t that a beautiful view?”
“It’s gorgeous,” Wynter commented. “Can’t you see yourself relaxing here with a cup of coffee in the morning watching the sun rise?”
I learned that my baby was an early riser since living with her. Every morning, she was up early making coffee. She wouldsit on the porch and watch the sun come up and I always joked that she was somebody’s grandmother.
“I can see that,” I agreed.
Samantha pointed to the floors. “This flooring flows throughout the downstairs area and most of the upstairs. It’s a rich hardwood, polished to shine. It gives the space a warm yet upscale feel. You’ve got your standard wood burning fireplace and the place is already wired for surround sound.”
Samantha led us into the kitchen and an audible gasp left Wynter.
“Oh. My. God.”
“It’s amazing, right?” Samantha asked. “A cook’s dream. While this is a modern kitchen, it’s designed for both everyday living and entertaining. You’ve got the granite countertops, a large center island with seating, and stainless-steel appliances, including double ovens.”
“Oooo, Ms. Wynter. You can come bake those brownies I love so much,” Jamari said.
“I would never leave this kitchen.”
That was a big thing on my list. Wynter loved to cook as much as she loved to bake.
Samantha pointed. “Right off the kitchen is an open dining area big enough for a large table, you know, in case you like dinner parties or family gatherings. This door has direct access to the backyard, another plus for hosting.”
She led us outside to the back yard. Now that was my selling point. It was equipped with a pool and a small pool house, a covered patio with a grilling area, and enough yard space to just run around if we wanted to.
“Now this is what I’m talking about,” I said, looking around. “I see pool parties all summer.”
“I see me pushing you in,” Jamari said, giggling.
I playfully mushed her head. “I see you being grounded.”
“Don’t worry, Mari,” Wynter said. “I’ll help you. I’ll take the head and you take the feet.”
“Not y’all trying to double team me. Wynter, baby, you can’t even swim. You see what I deal with, Samantha?”
Samantha giggled. “I mean, it’s the perfect pool to dunk someone in.”
“There goes your commission.”
