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“This
place has been closed, but on the market, since the owner took ill about six
years ago. His family couldn’t keep up with it since they didn’t know anything
about a garage or the business,” said the real estate agent, Lauren. I was
walking around the large, run-down, garage in Port Angeles. “If they don’t have
a buyer in the next month or so, the bank is going to repossess.”
“I
know that feeling,” I snorted, checking the equipment and making mental note of
what would need to be replaced and what could be salvaged. “Thankfully, I had a
windfall and was able to climb out of that rut. I own a garage in Lake Geneva.
My best friend is now running that garage while I’m expanding here.”
“Lake
Geneva is a great deal away from Port Angeles,” quipped Lauren, who was a young
woman with flowing blonde hair and she flirted with me relentlessly. “You’re
going to be lonely, Mr. Cullen.”
“No,
I won’t,” I said, plastering on a fake smile. “I’m moving here with my
girlfriend.”
“You
said girlfriend,” she purred, laying a hand on my forearm. “Not wife.”
“And
the girlfriend will shove a stiletto into your eye if you don’t remove your
grubby fingers off his arm,” Bella growled, sashaying into the garage and her
brown eyes flashing. Lauren snatched her hand back, her eyes wide. Bella came
over, threading her fingers with mine and glowering at the sales agent.
“Seriously? You’re married. I see that ring on your finger. Or is that how
close every deal?”
Lauren
was fuming, but she blinked slowly and a forced smile spread over her face. “My
apologies, Mr. Cullen. It was never my intention to …” she trailed off
uncomfortably.
“I’m
certain it wasn’t, but it would be wise for you to let me check out this place
and discuss this with my girlfriend,” I said, tugging Bella toward the office
and closing the door. I sighed when I saw the disarray of the office. “Damn,
this place looks like a bomb went off in it.”
“That
harpy,” Bella growled. “She was trying to dig her talons into you, Edward. I
mean, really. Her tits are lopsided and her hair is so fried …”
“Bella,
I’m yours,” I said, tugging her into my arms and kissing her sweetly. “That
girl doesn’t even hold a candle to you.” Bella harrumphed, her fingers toying
with my hair. “Look at me, beautiful.” She blinked up to me, her eyes still
swirling with ire. “I love you. I’m with you and only with you. Are you with
me?”
“It’s
only ever been you,” she whispered, kissing me, her lips pliant against mine
and her tongue dancing in my mouth. When she relaxed and melted against me, I
pulled back, holding her in my arms. “Damn you and your voodoo.”
“You
calmed down, didn’t you?” I snickered. She smacked my chest and looked her
around, her nose wrinkled. “And you’re right about this place looking like a
bomb went off.” She poked her nose into the filing cabinet and gasped. “Ugh,
this is awful.”
“It
is pretty bad, but it was a family-owned business. Something about this place
makes it …” I smirked. I looked at the paperwork, wrinkling my nose. “It’s
overpriced, though.”
“I
agree,” Bella nodded. “Lauren’s silicone boobs must be leaking if she thinks
she can get that amount. I asked around about what this property should be
worth. From most of the realtors I’ve spoken with, half the amount would be
appropriate.”
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