Business In The Bedroom
According to her horoscope, this was Abigail Seymour's lucky day. And with a house named 'Capricorn,' she'd figured she couldn't go wrong.
Wrong.
She stared up at the run-down house from the base of the stairs, comparing it to the photograph in her hand. The weathered board on the veranda trim pronouncing that this was indeed 'Capricorn' hung at a dejected angle and swayed on rusted hinges in the sultry breeze.
In the photograph, the classic Queenslander home stood on stilts for air circulation, enclosed with open latticework. Wooden stairs led to a shady wrap-around veranda, which would catch the sea air and provide stunning views of the coastline. Tropical plants added a lush green aspect.
With several coats of paint, some time and energy— correction: a lot of time and energy—it could be that enchanting dwelling once again. She'd be having a few choice words with the agent about false advertising.
Which reminded her—where was he? They'd arranged to meet here this morning. She checked the e-mail printout in her hand, then her watch. A bad feeling cranked up her spine. A very bad feeling. This Gold Coast house was supposed to have been the premi ... read full excerpt from: Business in the Bedroom ebook
