Page 70 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
I had met Rob Jordan, Prescott’s realtor, shortly after New Year’s, and he’d immediately taken me under his wing. He had let me accompany him on a couple of showings and I’d known after the first that I’d chosen the right career path.
Since then, Rob and I had been negotiating the price of a partnership, and today, we’d finally come to an agreement that wouldn’t wipe out my savings. I had already finished the licensing course. Now the only hurdle left to jump was taking the actual exam. In two weeks, assuming I passed, I would officially be a realtor and half owner of Jamison Valley Real Estate. Rob would be focusing on land sales and commercial properties while I brokered all of the residential properties. I hadn’t been this excited about a job since I was fresh out of college.
“It’s all because you gave me that tip at Christmas.”
“Nah. It’s all because of you.”
I looked to my plate to hide my blushing cheeks. “Thanks.”
Silas had never been shy about giving me praise, and every time he did, it felt like more than just a friendly compliment. There was an intimacy behind his words.
“When do you take your test?” he asked.
“On Thursday next week. I wrapped up one of my consulting projects today, and the last one should be done by the end of the week. That’ll give me a few days with nothing to do but cram.”
“You’ll crush it.”
Another smile.
“Any word from Dr. McDreamy?” he grumbled.
I laughed and nearly choked on a bite. “Dr. McDreamy?” I repeated after swallowing
. “Silas Grant, are you a closet Grey’s Anatomy fan?”
“No,” he huffed. “Mom loves that fucking show. She’s always got reruns on.”
“Sure, blame it on your mom,” I joked. “Well, you’re right about one thing. Dr. Faraday is dreamy.” I fanned myself. He was so jealous of Dr. Faraday that I couldn’t help but tease.
“Did you hear from him or not?” He poked me in the side.
I giggled and swatted his hand away. “No. We haven’t heard anything back yet.”
Mom had gotten her tests done in January but they’d showed no abnormalities that could be causing her spacey moments. Dr. Faraday suspected that she had a form of dementia, maybe even a mild case of Alzheimer’s, and was currently researching treatment possibilities.
“Want another slice?” Silas asked.
I nodded and handed him my empty plate. “When do we have to go check on that cow?”
He pulled out his phone from his jeans pocket. “An hour. I set an alarm so I wouldn’t lose track of time. Do you want to watch a movie until then?”
“Sure. Can I pick?”
He pointed to the cabinet under the TV. “I get one veto.”
“You won’t need it. My taste in movies is impeccable.”
“Says the woman obsessed with bad eighties films.”
I pouted and leapt off the couch. “That hurts.”
Opening the cabinet drawer, I sat on the floor and inspected his collection. Just as I had suspected, westerns and action films. I loaded up Open Range, turned the TV on and went back to the couch.
“Nice choice,” Silas said when the opening credits came on the screen.
“Told you so. Kevin Costner and Robert Duvall are two of the best. ‘How about I hold your head under water for just a little while?’ ” I quoted in my best man-voice. “I love that line. I say it to Sabrina as often as I can.”
He chuckled. “Who’s Sabrina?”
