Today I’m changing it up. Keep reading

What are you reading this week? I’m reading Death in Four Courses by Lucy Burdette.

Today as I said, I’m changing it up a little. Here’s a short romance read to start your weekend.


The Real Estate Connection


Marian Lanouette

Working in a small office in a small town selling real estate doesn’t give you much chance to meet ‘Mister Right.’ Four weeks ago this hunk walked into my office, by-passing all the other agents and sat down in a chair in front of my desk. At six-one he carried himself well. Under his pricey Italian suit and shoes was a well-developed body. Did I mention those blue eyes that would haunt my every waking hour? Ah yes, Mr. Cambridge became my new fantasy guy. Complete with me drawing hearts on a piece of paper. He was my outreach school. Back in the day when I applied to the most expensive colleges that were out of my league, knowing I wouldn’t be accepted. Boy, did Mr. Cambridge make me want to reach out.

It started one Tuesday. Mr. Cambridge would walk into my office every Tuesday at exactly one o’clock and take a seat at my desk. This week was no different. Finding an apartment for him shouldn’t have been that hard. He really wasn’t that fussy. My co-workers thought he was just playing me while he worked up the courage to ask me out. I didn’t believe anyone would go to all that trouble for a date, especially with me. I’m not horrible or anything, but if I had to describe myself to someone, my term would be average. Average height at five-six, average weight, one hundred twenty pounds, brown hair and matching brown eyes, see average. My only unique feature, freckles scattered all over my face and neck. Recently, I had red highlights put in my hair, hoping to make my life more exciting, like the commercial had promised. Nada, no excitement of any kind came my way. In fact, most people didn’t notice what I had paid over ninety dollars for, though the red highlights did look cool in my opinion.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Rockwell.”

“Afternoon, Mr. Cambridge. Did you like anything I sent you this week?”

He nodded, handing me a copy of an email.

“This is a nice apartment, but unfortunately it’s already taken.” Observing his reaction, I noted he wasn’t that disappointed. “Were there any others that interested you?”

“Yes,” He hand me an ad circled in the local paper.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you there. They do their own rentals.”

“I know, I already checked.”

What the heck, why was he wasting my time? Though I didn’t mind, he was really built and ruggedly handsome man. I could get lost in his Caribbean blue eyes which reminded me of hot tropical nights.

“If that’s what you’re looking for, I’m glad you found it,” I said, disappointed that I lost the sale.

“Would you mind looking at it with me?”


“I know it’s unconventional, but I really respect your opinion. I’ll even take you out to dinner afterward, to a place of your choosing, for wasting your time.”

Were Kathy and Dorothy right? All of this, was a ruse to ask me out? I didn’t think so. If I went, what would I lose—an evening alone? All month, not one pass did he make at me while I showed him apartment after apartment. Behind him, while I stared him down, debating, Kathy was shaking her head yes, while Dorothy batted her eyelashes. It was hard not to laugh. I bit down on the inside of my lip to control it.

“We’ll take two cars. This way you can leave whenever you want.”

The offer got better by the minute. “Okay, but what’s so special about this apartment over the others?” He had spiked my curiosity.

“It has everything I was looking for all rolled into one. It’s spacious, close to work and central to town.”

All the things I would seek in an apartment. When he first stopped in he wanted a condo, but there weren’t any for sale in town. Small town, small market, someone had to die or move before the good ones went on the market. Decision made. I needed a little adventure. What the heck, I needed to eat. Right? Let’s play a little game first.

“Okay, when do you want to look at it?”

“Is tonight too soon?” He rushed on. “I don’t want to lose out on it.”

“Tonight? Okay. How’s Carlotta’s for dinner?” I know I was being mean, picking the most expensive restaurant in town, but it was a test. If it was a real date, he’d say yes, right?

“My favorite.” He stood. “By the way, if we’re going to have dinner together, don’t you think it’s time you called me Tim instead of Mr. Cambridge?”

“Okay, Tim, seven it is.” He started to walk out. I called after him. “My name’s Lucy.”

“I know,” he said, smiling over his shoulder.

About Marian Lanouette

Marian grew up in Brooklyn. As one of ten children, when she wanted to travel she read and escaped to faraway places. Every morning from an early age she read the Daily News sensational stories on the latest crimes. Marian pens the Jake Carrington Thriller Series, and the third book, All the Pretty Brides, was a 2019 finalist in the Daphne Du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense. Marian lives in New England with her husband. You can connect with her on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.
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3 Responses to Today I’m changing it up. Keep reading

  1. Good morning! I hope you enjoyed the above short story. If you’d like to offer one an upcoming Friday’s I’d love to read them and talk to you Please keep it the word count under 1,000. Enjoy your weekend. No erotica, please

  2. amarymary says:

    I wanted more! More I tell you, MORE!

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