Martin, who seemed to have already looked at the spare offerings in my fridge, smirked. "Maybe go out to eat," he said again with a chuckle as he slung his bag over hisshoulder.
I frowned. "One moreweek?"
He shrugged. "Hoping for less, but yes. We'll start working on your bathroomsnext."
"Thanks."
Martin gave me a nod and his helper grinned at me and gave me a little wave. I glared at him, but it didn't stop me from watching Martin Roma walk away from me. Sue me. A nice butt was a nicebutt.
I smiled as Martin disappeared outside. I felt a little better after the crap day I'd had. Coming home to someone that handsome in the kitchen showing a little skin could lift any girl'smood.
Several days passedand I was at work flipping through my calendar when I realized the woman who had called me the other day and insisted I slide her in was up next. Intrigued, I sprayed white sage around the room and waited for the knock on the door. The barman was pretty good about showing people in forme.
Right on time, a polite knock sounded. I told her to come in and I blinked in surprise. The woman was short, had curves for days, and wild blonde hair that made her look like she belonged in a rockband.
She walked briskly over to my desk and stuck out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Ms.Harper."
My brow furrowed. No one ever shook my hand. It wasn't quite a business transaction, but I reached over and gripped hers. "Likewise. Please have aseat."
The woman sat down, but she was so short her feet dangled off the edge of the chair. "Well, I'd wish for a smaller chair, but then I'd have to make another appointment!" She let out a merrylaugh.
I couldn't help it. There was something about her I liked. I chuckled in response. "Sorry about that. You're welcome to use thecouch."
She waved a hand. "This is fine. I won't be here toolong."
"Oh? So this is an easyone?"
She smiled, her teeth a blinding white. "Very easy." She leaned forward and I reared back as she released her power signature. I gritted my teeth againstit.
"Who are you?" Iwhispered.
"My name is PortiaKadish."
Shit. Shit. Shiiiit. Portia Kadish, the founder of the town and the Deadication Dating Agency was sitting in my office. "My licensing is solid," Isaid.
She laughed. "That isn't why I'mhere."
Fear trickled down my spine. "My business is above board. You can look through all myrecords."
Portia sighed. "Why is it people automatically assume the worst when I showup?"
I blinked. "Because you never show up? Why wouldn't I think it?" I studied the woman as I came to a realization. "You aren't here for awish."
"Nope." She tapped elegantly manicured fingers on the edge of my desk. "I'm here to grantyouawish."
"Errrm. There's nothing Iwant."
At that, Portia rolled her eyes. "Everyone wants something. In your case, you don't know that you wantthis."
"Is this one of those things where if I ask you for something, you're going to give me what you think I need? Because, if so, it was nice to meet you and nothanks."
Portia studied me, keen interest in her light eyes. "You've been jilted, what, three timesnow?"
I blew out an annoyed breath. "So?"
"So don't you think something is wrong withthat?"
"Of course there's something wrong with that!" I glared at her. "Do you think I'm anidiot?"
