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the sale—and my handy
commission—but because the house is perfect for them. That’s
the part of this job I love the most: finding the right fit for every
home—and the right home for every buyer. It’s like a
puzzle, matching up exactly what everyone needs, and it turns out I
have a gift for making the pieces fit together. Another satisfied
customer.
    I
linger at the window, still struck by the change in Mike. From
all-night GTA video game sessions and barely sending a booty-call
text past midnight, to future father and devoted husband, it’s
a pretty big switch. I watch as he mimes throwing a ball around, and
then brings Angela in for a kiss, holding her there, one hand resting
on her stomach.
    I
feel a pang. Not for Mike—he’s a nice guy, but we weren’t
exactly star-crossed lovers—but for the picture the two of them
make down there, so happy together. They’re just starting out
on their future as a family, a team of two (and soon to be three),
taking on the world.
    I
wonder, will I ever find that kind of love?
    Will’s
face comes into my mind, and I remember his comments before. He
seemed genuinely surprised that men weren’t uprooting their
whole lives and falling at my feet, but that’s ridiculous. I’m
not the girl who men drop everything for like that. I’m the
girl you call on a whim on Friday night, or because you’re in
town for the weekend, or you just broke up with your girlfriend and
want a wild, crazy time to put her out of your mind for good.
Spontaneous. Fun. No-strings—and definitely no commitment.
That’s the way I’ve always liked it, so why is it so
unsettling that he sees me totally differently?
    There
are footsteps on the stairs, another round of viewers. I quickly turn
away and fix a bright smile on my face. I shouldn’t even be
thinking about Will. I don’t even know the guy.
    But
you know how he smiles  . . .  how
he laughs  . . .  how
he kisses . . . 
    It’s
crazy. After all, what kind of man just leaves his whole life behind
and shows up in the middle of nowhere like this?
    I
push the thought back and greet the next round of buyers. “Now,
how about these views!”

 

Four.
     
    Will
     
    Turning
my life upside down for a girl I barely even know may seem like the
craziest, most impulsive thing I’ve ever done, but after the
life I left behind in New York City, it doesn’t seem like a bad
idea at all.
    In
fact, it might be the best decision I’ve made in a long time.
    I
finish up my errands in town with a smile, struck again with how
friendly and welcoming everyone is. Once they find out I just moved
here, they couldn’t be happier to offer advice and guidance,
from where to buy my groceries to where the town goes drinking on a
Friday night. Delilah wasn’t lying about that, or how beautiful
this part of the country really is. I can’t get over the ocean,
so crisp and sapphire blue, beating steadily against the rocky shore,
or how the old cypress trees line the streets and boulevards with
leafy shade; the town receding into the green woods, with the creek
winding lazily back as you drive further into the country.
    It’s
beautiful alright, and coming after the hectic, loud chaos of the
city, I almost can’t believe it. No sirens, no screaming drunks
on the corner. When I wake up in the morning to nothing but the sound
of crickets and the wind rustling in the trees, I almost forget where
I am. Then it hits me all over again, with that same thunder of
awesome possibility.
    Blank
slate. Fresh start.
    And her .
    Delilah
Morgan. A couple of questions at the hardware store gave me her
surname, although I can’t believe I didn’t know it
already. From the moment I saw her on the street that night with her
whip-smart mouth, teasing blue eyes, and infectious laugh, it’s
felt like we were always going to meet. It was inevitable.
    And
totally unforgettable.
    I
know that to anyone on the outside, I might seem seriously crazy
right about now. Even my friends