blue-green eyes burning down at her. âErm, your house? No, I havenât been inside.â
âItâs a good house, big rooms, great light, four thousand square feet. But built in the eighties, and looks like it. Too much ceramic tile and ugly carpet.â
âSo it needs a little loving care?â she asked, trying to sound cool and professional and fearing the old man could see right inside her head to the X-rated images of Annabelleâs dad.
âWhat it needs is a boatload of cash and a good decorator. Starting on the ground floor and moving on up.â
âYou want to redo every room?â That would be good for her. Very good. Not only for the money, but for Your Wayâs reputation. She could put up a whole new website area, if Quinn and Manny agreed, showing the before and after of at least the main rooms. Their housing development was an upscale one. However, like Quinnâs house, most of the homes were more than twenty years old. Doing a full-on interior redesign always got the neighborsâ attention, got them thinking that their houses could stand a little sprucing up, too. She could end up with a lot of new business from the job Manny described. She asked, âWhat about the bathrooms and the kitchen?â
âLike I said, all of it. Every room.â
She couldnât help wondering if Quinn was behind this? âWhat will you need from me? Iâll be happy to show you examples of my workâmy portfolio? We can take a look at the website so youâll have a better feel of what I can do. As for references, Iââ
âNaw. I already looked at the website and I liked what I saw.â
Was she blushing? Manny had a gruff way about him, but he also knew how to turn on the charm. She really liked him. She liked his way with Annabelle, liked that teasing twinkle in his watery eyes. âWell, thank you.â
âI got a good feeling about you, Chloe. A real good feeling.â The old guy smiled, deepening the network of wrinkles on his craggy face. She really did wonder exactly how much he knew about her and Quinn and what had happened between them eight nights ago. He went on. âIâm thinking you should come over to the house. Iâll show you around, show you what I want done and then you can come up with some drawings and blueprints and all that. We can start right away, as soon as youâre ready to go...â
âDo you have an architect or any contractors you want to use?â
âBravo Construction, if they give you a decent bid on the jobâand if youâre okay with them. Youâll be running this, so you gotta be happy with the people youâre working with.â
Chloe nodded. âI know them, of course.â Quinnâs older brother, Garrett, ran the company, from what Chloe had heard. And his youngest sister, Nell, worked there, too. Garrett had been three years or so ahead of Chloe in school, so she didnât remember all that much about him. And Nell was four years younger than Chloe. Still, Chloe vaguely remembered her. Gorgeous, and something of a wild child, wasnât she? Never one to back down from a fight. She told Manny brightly, âThey have a great reputation. Iâll ask them for a bid, absolutely.â
Manny winked at her. âMight as well try and keep it in the family.â
Chloe got the message. Manny did want her to use the Bravos. âSounds good to me.â She made a mental note to go with them if at all possible.
Half an hour later, when Manny and Annabelle left, Chloe had an appointment at Quinnâs house for two in the afternoon the next day.
She was thrilled.
But then again, come on. It was too much of a coincidence. She suspected rough-edged old Manny of matchmaking, because it just didnât seem like something Quinn would engineer. Quinn Bravo was more direct than that. If he wanted to see her again, he would just say so.
Wouldnât he?
She had to
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