Needs A Little TLC (Spinning Hills Romance 2) Read Online Free PDF

intensity.
    She wanted that listing. She wanted it bad. “It’s on the corner, so people will be less likely to mind the condition of the rest of the street, it faces the river and the bike path that leads to downtown Dayton . . .”
    “It’s a five-minute walk from downtown Spinning Hills,” Sam added, eyes as ablaze as she felt.
    “And it’s on the third most haunted street in Ohio,” she finished, out of breath over how much she wanted it. Sam looked spent, too.
    “We have clients who put haunted at the top of their list!” Jessica exclaimed.
    Cassie blinked. She’d forgotten Jessica was there. “That’s right,” she said, before clearing her throat. “You need to take a serious look at my numbers, Sam. I can and will deliver. I will be solely devoted to the Dayton market until your properties are all sold. In fact, I won’t even begin looking for other houses to list in the Dayton area until I’ve sold all of yours.”
    “Sorry, but no. I have a son to think about and provide for, Cass. I can’t risk it.”
    Cassie looked away. She knew he’d gotten married, had a son, and recently gotten divorced. She even knew he was still on friendly terms with his ex. The three elderly ladies at the Gypsy Fortune Café had never held back, knowing it would always be easier to hear it from them.
    There was a time when it had all meant he’d moved on quickly. Another dagger to her battered heart. Years later, she’d grown used to it, and the only thing that stirred the long-ago sadness was that she still hadn’t been able to move on. Not because she was carrying a torch for him, but because she’d let him and her parents hurt her that badly. Because she’d once loved them all and been devoted to them that wholeheartedly. How could she ever love like that again when all thoughts of love were tied to pain and resentment? Sam had thrown her love away. Her dad had trampled all over it. Her mom had used and abused it.
    But she was stronger for it and now had the chance to prove it. “Give me sixteen listings, six right away, plus the Tudor on Manor Row when it’s done, and I’ll lease an office today and get started on marketing tomorrow. I passed my competitors on the way here and they’re still dillydallying with signs and furniture. Your listings will be on my website by tonight. Their websites don’t get the targeted visitors and e-mail addresses I collect on mine. We have an extremely popular blog that draws a constant stream of visitors who are interested in the revitalization of older homes, towns, and cities.”
    A long beat. “Why do you want this so badly?” he asked.
    “No one else can give me sixteen listings. Selling them will take me to the top and keep me there with a strong lead. I want to be number one, Sam. Badly. Are any of the other Realtors as hungry as that?”
    Sam stared at her, and she knew the wheels in his head were turning. Hard. He stood up, towering over her, his eyes never leaving hers. “Move your headquarters here, permanently, and you have a deal. I’ve read your blog and seen your ads. They’re good. They’re targeted. And Spinning Hills would show up in your marketing efforts all over the state. If you reach your goal, it means the town would be home to the premier historic realty firm in the state of Ohio. It’s a risk and potential payoff I could live with. You’re a smaller operation, I’m thinking you can handle the move.”
    His eyes burned into hers. The challenge sparked between them. Cassie felt as if she were on fire. She was close to climbing onto his desk and shouting, Yes, yes, deal! , but something nagged at her subconscious and made her stop. She had other people to think about now.
    Jessica lived halfway between Dayton and Cincinnati. She could probably commute either way, but Cassie had to be sure it wouldn’t be a problem. Jessica was her best friend and her right hand. She was a single mom with kids to worry about. Cassie wouldn’t do anything that