Page 35 of #Resort Romance

“Um…what? No one’s been up at Lakeview Harbor Resort in six months,” Harlow argued.

Grinning, her boss faced her. “Last night I was at the grocery store, and the guy in front of me at the checkout was talking about how he was staying in one of the cabins at the resort. Naturally, that piqued my interest, so I ditched my order and followed him out. In the parking lot, I stopped him and he introduced himself as Walker Bradshaw and said he was doing some…oh, how did he put it…he was doing some sort of evaluation on the property.”

“That’s a little vague,” Harlow murmured. “Evaluation for what? To sell it? Do you think he’s like the family representative who’s taking stock of everything so they can place the resort on the market and get the best price?”

The wheels in her head were already turning. Feeling motivated, she jumped to her feet, and immediately grabbed her keys, purse, and phone.

“Maybe I should introduce myself to Mr. Walker Bradshaw,” she said smugly. “After all, he might appreciate having a real estate broker there to assist him in getting top dollar for every single one of those fifteen hundred acres.”

“Damn, Harlow, I’m jealous,” Lisa said with awe. “If you convince him to sell all of it, do you have any idea what kind of commission you’d make?”

She knew the exact commission she’d make and already had an idea of how she’d spend some of it. But instead of bragging, she simply shrugged. “No doubt it would be fantastic. Now, if you’ll excuse me, it looks like I’m going to explore an abandoned resort.”

“You might want to change,” Charlene suggested. “I doubt your suede boots and silk blouse are conducive to walking around in the woods.”

“You’re right. The one day I dress up a little…”

“Run home, change, and then go and dazzle Walker Bradshaw! And good luck!” her boss said as she strolled back into her office.

“Thanks, Char!” she called out before stopping at Lisa’s desk. “This is kind of exciting. Maybe I should invite him to dinner and present some of his options to him. I’ll bet most of the offers I’ve had over the years would still be interested.”

“You never know. Hopefully he’ll be receptive to your help,” Lisa said. “But it wouldn’t hurt if you maybe made reservations someplace for dinner. You know, just in case.”

“Good idea. I’ll call Dominic’s and book a table for tonight on my way home to change.” The more she thought about it, the more excited she got. “Okay, I’m going! Wish me luck!”

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