“Ranches, rodeos, cowboys,” Moose says, clearly thrilled. “If I don’t end up living in Montana someday, I’ll end up in Wyoming.”
Of course he would. Moose is from Montana and speaks highly of it when he gets the chance.
While I’m not opposed to wide-open spaces, I grew up in New Jersey, and I like living close to anything I might need.
Reed tosses me a folder. “You’ll get more details tomorrow. Meet Agent Blaese at six tomorrow morning. I’ll text you the address. Get some rest tonight. You’re going to need it.”
“Okay. Will do.”
Moose and I exit together. He’s going on about Wyoming while I check my phone. Just as Maria said, the offer paperwork is there. I electronically sign it and send it back.
Then I text my sister.Offer signed. I’m heading out of town tomorrow morning. Keep me posted.
Hopefully, the cabin closes without a hitch.
Hopefully, I don’t have to see Savvy again.
So why does that feel more like a loss than a relief?
CHAPTER 2
Savvy
I’ve spent moretime than I want to admit over the past couple of months thinking about Hunter and what he said at the cabin. He’s still angry with me because of what I said when we met. I didn’t mean to insult all military guys. Really, I didn’t. He just caught me on a bad day. And my ex really hurt me.
The next time I see him, I’ll apologize. Although I may not see him again. I haven’t yet, and it’s been months. Huh, that makes me sad. Do I want to see him again?
It doesn’t matter. I need to find Bob and give him the good news. I finally got both sides to agree to the sale of the old furniture store and can’t wait to tell him. Bob is not only my boss, but he’s also the reason I’m a successful real estate agent today. And we were working together on thefurniture store. The seller is Bob’s dad. He’d want to hear that this deal is finally going through.
I walk into Bob’s office. He’s not there.
“Maggie, do you know where Bob is?” I ask his assistant.
She smiles. “Oh, hi, Savvy. Yes, Bob is at his warehouse on Diamond Street. He told me he’d be there all morning and to take messages if anyone called.”
“Okay, thank you!” I say as I head toward the door.
“Savvy, wait!”
I turn back.
“He told me not to let anyone bother him today. I shouldn’t have said anything,” Maggie says, frowning.
“Oh, okay. Thanks for letting me know. I have another errand I’ll run instead.” The last thing I need is Maggie trying to stop me. I know Bob better than her, and he would want to hear this.
She smiles. “You’re glowing. Did you get good news?”
“Yes, both sides finally agreed on all the terms. It should close in a few weeks.”
“That’s wonderful! Congratulations.”
I give her a nod and push the door open with my back. It’s late summer, and the weather is perfect. It adds to my sunny mood.
The short drive to Bob’s building is scenic, with views of the ocean from a bridge. It’s very different from where I grew up in northern Connecticut. I’ll never get sick of the ocean.
Bob bought his building several years ago. It’s near the docks, and Bob mentioned starting a side hustle of rentingfishing gear. I’ve been to his building a couple of times, but I’ve never been inside. But on those occasions, Bob was expecting me and met me outside. I wonder if he’s renting out gear yet.
The parking spots in front of his building are all taken with a few large delivery trucks, so I park a block over. As I walk up, the front door is wide open. I step in and hear voices. Following them, they become clearer.
