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vehicle. 
                  "Mr. Marshall!" she exclaimed.
                  "Please, call me John." He chuckled and held out his hand. 
                  "Okay, ready to see it?" she asked.
                  "Sure, show me what you've got," he teased.
                  She laughed. "One of those, are you?"
                  "Yeah, pretty much.” he replied. 
                  Leading him to the front porch, Courtney went straight into her sales pitch. "It's a two bedroom, one and a half bath with a two car garage," she explained, ushering him inside. When she closed the door behind them, she continued through the house and gave him the ins and outs of the quaint home. 
                  "If you’re willing to put money into it, the kitchen could use some updating. Once you found yourself ready to move into a larger home, you could place that value into the new price,” she suggested. 
                  At the rear of the house, they stepped through the sliding glass door that led to a decent sized backyard with an in-ground pool. Surrounded by a tall, white fence gave the area a serene privacy. John stopped and took in the scenery.
                  "Nice, isn't it?" she said.  
                  "It is. The backyard alone makes me wonder why the price is so low," John said. 
                  "Well, the owners passed away, and the children inherited the house but have no use for it. They’re trying to get rid of it. The price reflects their willingness to sell,” she explained.
                  "Is there something wrong with the house itself? The roof? The water heater? Plumbing?" he asked.
                  "No, it's in great shape. The Miller's, who owned it, took good care of the home,” she answered. 
                  A gleam of light blinded John for a brief moment. He automatically looked that direction to find a large, diamond ring now donning Courtney’s left hand. 
                  Courtney didn’t miss him gawking at her new piece of jewelry. "I said yes this past weekend.” She smiled indulgently.
                  "Lucky guy,” John muttered.
                  She shrugged. "He thinks so." 
                  A deep, familiar voice interrupted them, "Am I interrupting?"
                  Courtney spun to find Darren standing in the doorway, grinning her direction.  
                  "I drove by and saw your car. I had no idea you would be here today," he explained. He stepped up to her and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips.  
                  "I just talked to John," she motioned the client's direction, "this morning and told him I could meet him to show him the Miller's home." 
                  Darren held out his hand. "Darren Murphy."
                  "John Marshall. I met your fiancée on Friday at the bar. She offered to help me," John said. He was certain he didn't hide his disappointment.
                  "Of course I remember. I'm glad you decided to call Courtney. She’ll never steer you wrong. She knows her homes," Darren, once again, bragged. 
    Ugh . John internally rolled his eyes in disgust. Darren Murphy inarguably had the supportive boyfriend roll down. Eyeing his body language with Courtney, obviously he was head-over-heels or possessive. Hell, maybe both. He watched Darren snake an arm around her tiny waist and pull her close to him. John wanted to vomit. 
                  "Were you visiting Mom and Dad?" she asked Darren.
                  "Yeah, I just dropped off Mom's meds. She's not doing too well today," he said worried. 
                  "Is she ill?" John asked curiously. Another opening maybe?
                  Focusing in on John, Darren studied him for a moment,