She didn’t miss the woman’s mischievous tone. She should’ve known better than to mention Grant when Angie called before the open house this morning.
“Ang,” she warned her friend not to go there.
“What?” The other woman’s tone changed from devilish to angelic in a snap. “I’m just anxious to hear howbusyyou’ve been. That’s all.”
Brynnon rolled her eyes. “Uh, huh. You mentioned an email?”
Angie sighed. “Fine. Be a killjoy. And there are emails. Plural.”
“Okay, I’ll bite. What were they?”
“Offers from today. Three, to be exact.”
Forgetting for a moment they’d just been arguing, Brynnon shot a smile in Grant’s direction. “Seriously? That’s great! Were they reasonable?”
“Well, considering one was for the asking price and the two others were over it, yeah. I’d say they were pretty reasonable.”
“Sweet! Okay, listen. I’m at the cabin right now. We’re about to leave, but I won’t be home for over an hour, so can you please write each of them back with the usual counter? We’ll see if any write back and go from there.”
“Sure thing. And listen...anything happens between you and the guarder of your body, I’d better be the first to hear about it.”
Knowing she was probably blushing, Brynnon told her friend, “I’m hanging up now.”
“I’m serious!”
Laughing, Brynnon said goodbye and ended the call.
“Good news?”
He wasn’t smiling—shocker—but he wasn’t scowling quite as fiercely, either.
“We got three offers on the house. All at or above the asking price.”
Grant tipped his head. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks.” Feeling badly about the way she’d treated him after he’d practically saved her life, Brynnon sighed. “Listen. In all the excitement with...that”—she motioned toward the death trap that used to be her friend’s scaffolding—“I never did say thank you. You could have been seriously hurt, jumping under me like that, but you didn’t hesitate.”
He shrugged. “It’s my job.”
His job. Right. She really needed to remember that’s all she was to him.
Ignoring the sting she shouldn’t feel, Brynnon said, “Regardless. Thank you.”
Grant gave her another nod. “We should get going.”
“Okay.”
“What do you want to do about that?” He nodded toward the heap.
“Leave it. I’ll deal with it later. I should probably call the owner and let him know what happened, though. I’ll offer to pay for a replacement.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, actually, I’m not. He let me borrow it and I broke it.”
“You didn’t break it. It broke. There’s a difference. The guy’s lucky you didn’t get hurt.”
“But I’m the one who put it together. Not him.” Brynnon looked over at the mess again. “I must not have tightened something down enough.”
