MAKEOVER YOUR MONEYMAKER,sneak peek.
Four design teams compete to turn a home into a business.
Team: Tim and Tabitha
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CotswoldsOwn:Was she really in her nightie at the beginning of the workday? Lounging around is not going to get the job done, missy.
GirlBossesDoItBetter:Stop slagging her off, you gormless muppet. Didn’t you see that she was helping her parents and animals?
IWantTimToNailMe2:Fix me up, Tim!
RugbyThighs69:Climb that man like a tree!
DramaFarmer:The two-legged dog. A leader for our times.
ShakeYourMoneymaker:Tim ultimate Labrador/Cinnamon roll.
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Tim
Ihoped the Baronial Lairwas the sort of restaurant Tabitha liked. Right around the corner from her work, it was a combo of glittery and soft lighting, patterns and colors I wouldn’t have put together—tartan, gold, and pink—but somehow worked.
I was standing near the bar, mindlessly scrolling my phone, but nervous. She’d texted and said she was going to be half an hour late because of work, which I could tell was stressing her out, as she hated to be late. I’d reassured her to take her time, although I knew they’d eventually ask me to give up the table.
I looked up again at the revolving door when my phone rang.Amy. I automatically answered my sister, no matter what I was doing.
“Where are you?” Amy asked. “Sounds like somewhere busy, but not pub-y.” Amy really did fancy herself an investigator these days.
“I’m in London for the night.” A roll of regret trailed through me. I instantly knew she was going to expect to see me.
“What? Awesome. I’ll make up the spare room.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m staying at a hotel. It was a last-minute thing.” Should I have made such a big deal about this date? It was putting a lot of emphasis on this one night, not that I was expecting anything from Tabs.
“What’s going on, Tim?” She seemed offended. “Everything okay?” Her tone softened with concern.
I couldn’t think of a single reason I’d be in London and not contact her. All my friends were her friends, especially since she’d gotten together with Fitzy.
“I might have to go in a few minutes.”
“Haaaaang on. Are you waiting on a date?”
She was relentless.
“Might be.”
“Who is it? Someone who lives in London? Oooooh. Is itTabitha Balfour?”
I ducked my head, feeling myself blush at the sound of her name. Did I want Amy to know? If it didn’t work out tonight for some reason, I’d have to put up with her endless questions. But I’d have to put up with them anyway. “It might be.”
“Oh my God. I told Fitzy this was going to happen. You took my advice. I was right.”
“Youwereright.”
“Wait a minute. You agreed that I was right. It’s upside-down day. And you sound nervous.”
