Every Breath You Take (The Every Breath Duet Book 1) by Faith Andrews

Author:Faith Andrews [Andrews, Faith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Every Breath You Take
Publisher: Faith Andrews
Published: 2018-08-23T18:30:00+00:00

“NOT FOR NOTHING,” Sam leaned over to whisper in my ear. “But this realtor is the shit.”

I nodded, in full agreement. Patricia was, indeed, the shit. Not only had she gone above and beyond in finding Sam exactly what he was looking for, but she also made it damn near impossible for him to make a decision.

“This seller is highly motivated and even willing to leave the majority of the furniture because they’re relocating across the country. I know it’s priced a little above your budget, but with the right offer, I think they’d be negotiable.” Patricia meandered about the spacious high-ranch home as she spoke.

The living area had high ceilings that boasted exposed barn-wood beams. There was a circular stained-glass window at the landing of the staircase that led to three bedrooms, an expansive en suite, and an adorable guest bathroom. I even pictured having my own drawer of toiletries in the vanity for when I crashed overnight. It had a feminine touch that Sam would either want to revamp or keep to appeal to the multitude of lady friends he’d be entertaining once his dry spell was over.

I oohed and aahed throughout every room, each one nicer than the last and staged with impeccable taste. The house had been built almost a century ago, but the current owner had refurbished many of the vintage features, adding modern touches that created a unique and inviting charm throughout the home.

After the full tour, we finally settled in the newly remodeled kitchen. We sat at a large island topped with a gleaming slab of marbleized quartz. I couldn’t help but slide my hands across it in awe.

“God, this is nice,” I murmured. The entire house was gorgeous. A dream. Everything I would have wanted had I been the one shopping for my forever home. Maybe one day.

“I know, right?” Sam’s eyes darted around the room, smiling as he took in the antique white cabinets, the stainless steel oven hood, and white subway tile backsplash. It was crisp, clean, and timeless, to quote Patricia, and Sam was clearly in heaven.

“I love everything about this one, but it is a lot of house for one person.” He turned serious while still unable to stop his wandering eyes.

Patricia countered with her realtor rehearsed repertoire. “Yes, but in this market, this house, at this price is a total steal and a great investment for your future. The backyard, the location, the school district . . . Do you plan on having a family one day?” Patricia looked at Sam and then at me, waiting for one of us to respond.

When I realized what she was insinuating, I quickly chimed in. “Oh, we’re not . . . I’m not his—”

“How negotiable is negotiable?” Sam cut me off before I could make myself heard, and at the same time, my phone began to ring. I reached inside my purse and saw it was Bryce calling.

“Be right back,” I whispered, excusing myself. Sam and Patricia were already talking numbers.

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