Available November 2, 2020
She paused long enough to look over her shoulder. “You here alone, or did you come with Mrs. Noah?”
The blatant curiosity brought a wide smile to his face. Margie probably had a niece or best friend’s cousin’s daughter who happened to be single, and surprise, here he was single, too. “There isn’t a Mrs.”
Another pause, this time with widened eyes. “How has no one managed to snag you?” She waved a hand in front of her face.
“Listen to me. I should be ashamed of myself for embarrassing you like that.”
“I’m not embarrassed, and you don’t look ashamed.” He gave her a wink. “But I don’t think you’re asking about my marital status for yourself.”
Her cheeks flushed, and the hand-waving picked up speed. “Well, heavens no. I’ve been happily married for thirty years. Well, happily for the most part. Man sure does know how to get on a woman’s nerves.”
“Don’t we all?” Noah conceded with a laugh, wishing he had a little more than three days to spend in Broadway.
Margie stopped in front of a large, three-drawer metal filing cabinet. “So what’s the address of that piece of land you’ve inherited?”
“171 Bedwick Circle.”
Her hand dropped to her side, and she whirled to face him. “That can’t be right.”
He couldn’t be mistaking the drop in temperature in the room. “It is.” He dug into the inner pocket of his suit coat and checked the address again. “171 Bedwick Circle. I’m supposed to get the deed in the mail in the next two weeks or so, but I thought I’d…” He stopped talking when he realized he didn’t have her attention. “Margie?”
She clamped her hands on her hips. “Well, you can’t have that property.”
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