Page 27 of Bitten By Desire
Bennett laughed as we walked away from the games. “I’m glad you like Captain Floppy Ears,” he said.
I really did. But I liked it even more that he’d tried so hard to get him for me. The rabbit really was better than the bear. And I was actually really excited about some of these rides. This was a win-win scenario. Plus there were so many cute little pop-up booths to explore.
“Hey, look!” Zoey pointed to a booth showing off pictures of local real estate.
I groaned. “Aren’t we supposed to do that tomorrow?”
“But why wait when we can do it right now?”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me out from under Bennett’s arm. I thought she was trying to push me toward him… But she was literally pulling me away.
“Hey,” the guy at the booth said. “The owner just stepped out, but I can show you a few things if you want.”
“Great,” Zoey said. “We’re looking for at least three bedrooms. And a nice sized yard to fit a shed or something. Because she’ll need a place separate from her house to do work. It’s always so hard to get work done on the couch. Maybe something old-fashioned might be a good fit. Oh, maybe something recently restored? Because you have to have a nice bathroom.” She looked over at me. “Anything else?”
I was speechless.
“Oh…um…” the guy looked a little flustered as he sifted through some printouts of listings. He seemed just as speechless by all the requests as me. “I mean…maybe this one.” He handed a printout to Zoey. “This one too.” He handed her another. “My boss really will be back soon if you want to come back in like ten minutes or so. He’ll know if we have something you’re looking for.”
Zoey nodded. “These are both great…” her voice trailed off as she looked down at the listings. “Actually…never mind. I think we’ll probably go with a different realtor.”
“He really will be right back.”
“Yeah, not interested.” Zoey grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the booth.
I wasn’t actually looking for a place, but that had seemed a little rude. “What was that?”
“Nothing,” she said. “I didn’t like that assistant. Did you? He didn’t seem to know anything.”
“I think he was probably a little flustered by all your very specific requests.”
“Well, a realtor should be able to deal with that.”
I shook my head. “I’m not even sure that guy was a realtor.”
“Exactly. So weird. I’ll go throw these terrible listings out.”
“Well, at least let me look.”
“No, they’re bad.”
“You said they were great two seconds ago,” I said.
“I was wrong…”
I snatched them out of her hand.
She snatched them back.
“I thought you wanted me to look at houses.” I didn’t really want to…but the fact that she suddenly didn’t want me to look made me want to look more. I knew it didn’t make sense. She was reverse psychologizing the crap out of me right now.
“Not houseshe’slisting.” She said it like she seriously disliked that poor agent, or assistant, or whoever he was.
I felt like I was missing something here. She barely knew the guy. “I’m sure he’s not that bad.”
“He’s the worst.” She ripped the listings in two and tossed them into the trash before I could stop her.
“Wow, you really hate that guy,” Bennett said. He was just sipping on his apple cider and staring at us. A few other people were staring at us too. I hadn’t realized we were making a scene.
