Page 18 of Committed to You

“Jealous, huh?”

“Totally.”

She points out the window. “I know it’s dark out, but that building has really cool architecture from what I can tell.”

“You are correct. Do you know a lot about real estate?”

She shrugs. “I’m a real estate agent.”

That’s awesome.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“In Chicago or the suburbs?”

“I mostly stay in the city, but I’ve done a bit in the suburbs.”

“That’s super cool. So you know a lot about buildings, then?”

She modestly smiles. “Enough to be dangerous.”

“Ever been a part of any rehabs?”

“A few.”

“I suppose it’s similar to the issues we have in New York with our buildings.”

“Probably.”

“So—”

The fire alarm starts beeping, and Vivian and I hurry to the kitchen where smoke is everywhere and Jamison is throwing a skillet of burnt food into the sink.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“I burned the bread. No biggie,” Jamison casually says.

“That’s a lot of smoke,” Vivian comments.

Quinn shrugs, blushing.

“Okay, well don’t burn the house down,” I say.

“Funny,” Jamison replies.

Vivian and I return to the living room.

“So what’s your situation? Married with six kids, serious boyfriend, lesbian lover?”

She laughs hard. “Well, didn’t you cover all the categories.”

I waggle my brow at her. “Inquiring minds want to know.”

“Never been married, no kids, no serious boyfriend, not a lesbian. You?”

Yes, yes, yes!

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