Page 20 of Single Chance

“How’d you manage that?” Chloe asked.

Presley’s lips curved into a smile. “I’ve got connections.”

“Stop.” Chloe rolled her eyes.

“The agent might be my client,” she said vaguely. “Anyway, it’s not a done deal.”

“When are you supposed to hear?” I asked.

“I gave them two days, but I’m hoping for sooner. It’s a cash offer but lower than they’re planning to ask.”

“And you’re keeping your job and your condo in Nashville?” Chloe asked.

“For now.”

Which told me money was not a struggle for her. But then I knew she was a successful financial planner.

Chloe eyed her, assessing. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Pres? You don’t just randomly buy real estate without a plan.”

Presley frowned. “I don’t know exactly. I just have this gut feeling—and I’m not talking about the killer cramps going on today. I feel like I need to get my ducks in a row. You know I don’t trust Rob Landers.”

“He’s a weasel,” Chloe said, then filled me in. “Her insecure asshole of a boss.”

“Ew,” I said. “Lucky for me, my boss is awesome. That can make or break a job.”

“You’re so good for my ego,” Chloe said, grinning.

I asked Presley, “Do you think your job’s in jeopardy or something?”

She bit her lip thoughtfully. “There’s no concrete reason to think that. I’m doing well for my clients?—”

“What she’s not saying is she’s one of her company’s best, month after month, year after year,” Chloe interjected.

Presley continued, “Like I said, just a gut feeling.”

“You don’t need that job or the stress it brings,” Chloe said.

“I’m starting to think you’re right.” Presley angled to look beyond Chloe. “Your husband and daughter are here.”

Holden stood at a table of diners, chatting them up, his one-year-old daughter on his shoulders, gripping his head with both hands and giggling.

“It should be illegal to be that adorable,” I said. I’d met Sutton Henry a few times at work when her parents brought her in.

“Look at that ham,” Presley said.

“She loves her daddy.” Chloe’s wide grin said she did too.

“I meant Holden. Your hubby is ridiculously in love with her.”

“He’s the best dad ever,” Chloe said. “And I forgot to warn you we’re getting a fourth for the evening. Holden’s got ping-pong league, so he’s dropping Sutton off. As soon as he finishesshowing her off to anyone who’ll listen.” She got up to get her daughter.

I knew from discussions at work Chance and Kemp were in that same ping-pong league. I shut down on the thrill that zinged through me just at the thought of my one-night guy.

“That little girl right there is my favorite kid in the world,” Presley said.

“She’s pretty irresistible.”

“Chloe’s a lucky girl,” Presley said as Chloe arrived with little Sutton in her arms.

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