Chapter 19

Mrs. Mann was about to release my arm, and I put my hand over hers to keep it in place. “I was just telling Ms. Dashwood what good friends we are, and how of course you’d come house-hunting with me.”

She didn’t miss a beat, picked up on what I was doing right away. “That’s true, precious.” She patted the hand that covered hers. “I wouldn’t want you to make a mistake. Goodness knows you cost me enough…” She gave a bland smile. Damn, I wished I could have known her when she’d been younger. She must have been a pistol. And though my preferences ran to men, I’d have tried my damnedest to take her away from Nigel Mann. “That is to say, you did want that monstrosity in…where was it?”

“There were so many, and you didn’t like any of them.” I thrust my lip out and did my best to sound sulky. “Not even the one with the mirror on the ceiling in the bedroom.”

Unseen by the Realtor, Mrs. Mann pinched me.