Part 136 (1/2)

”Hi. We were driving by and saw your sign. We've been house hunting

for weeks. We've got an appointment to see another place in about an

hour, but we just couldn't resist this. It isn't sold yet, is it?”

The woman, fortyish, dressed in countrywear of Ba.s.s loafers and Calvin

KJeins, took a long, cautious look. She took in Michael's work s.h.i.+rt,

worn Levi's, and scuffed high tops. But she was also sharp enough to

note Emma's discreetly expensive pumps and the casual Ralph Lauren skirt

and blouse. As well as the Mercedes convertible parked in the drive.

She smiled. The house had been on the market for five months without a

firm offer.

”Well, actually we do have a prospective buyer, but the contract won't

be signed until Monday.” Her gaze swooped down to the small but elegant

diamond and sapphire ring on Emma's hand. ”I suppose it wouldn't hurt

to show you through.”

She opened the door further, lifting a brow as Emma hesitated before

stepping inside. ”I'm Gloria Steinbrenner.”

”Nice to meet you.” Michael extended a hand and took hers. ”Michael

Kesselring. This is Emma.”

Ms. Steinbrenner gave them both a dazzling smile. The h.e.l.l with the

real estate broker, she thought. She'd opened the door to her own hot

prospect, and intended to make the most of it.

”The place is in beautiful condition. I adore it.” She detested every

board and brick. ”It's breaking my heart to sell, but-to be frank-my

husband and I are divorcing, so we're liquidating.”

”Oh.” Michael put what he hoped was an appropriately sympathetic, but

interested, look on his face. ”I'm sorry.”