Moonlight In Vermont. Kacy Cross

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      Spring in Manhattan brought rejuvenation, fresh perspective, and lots of shiny new properties on the market. Fiona Rangely intended to take advantage of all three in her quest to stay on top of the real estate game. Her face graced Sold! signs across the city, and as soon as she closed this next deal, she’d beat her own record for the month.

      Everyone deserved a place to live that could become a home, where they’d build families and create memories. This conviction had helped Fiona become the queen of Manhattan real estate—that and a better-than-average ability to shut down her emotions during negotiations.

      Fiona put on her game face and turned her attention to the only thing standing between her and an unparalleled property with a view of the river.

      On a good day, other brokers called Tony Kapucki a shark. It wasn’t because he swam really fast. He had a reputation for bleeding every last cent out of a sale and she knew he’d try to take a bite out of this deal too.

      He didn’t disappoint her.

      “Do you realize what’s happening in the market?” Tony asked as they squared off over coffee.

      “You’re dreaming, Tony. You know it’s a fair offer.” She ignored his nonchalant shrug and leaned in as if about to impart a secret. “And you get to look like a hero presenting it to your client!”

      “Fiona.” Tony’s smirk held a hint of desperation. “I know you.”

      That meant she had him on the ropes. Now for the final one-two punch. “Then you know to listen to me.”

      “Eh.” Tony’s gaze shifted away from hers. “Another few weeks on the market, who knows what my client’ll get.”

      “My guess? Some shaky offers and an angry co-op board. So what’s it gonna take to close this deal, and give a nice grandma and her Pekinese a home?”

      Throwing in a mention of a dog always helped paint the picture for her opposition, and this was no exception. Tony took the knockout with grace, though he didn’t hesitate to tack on a few amendments to the contract that favored his client. No problem. The deal shook out in less than five minutes.

      The hustle of the city slapped her with its noise and beautiful chaos the moment Fiona stepped outside the bistro where she’d met Kapucki and handed him his hat. Her client waited for her near the entrance, looking too nervous to sit at one of the sidewalk tables lining the street.

      “We’ve got a deal,” Fiona said to the older lady, completely unable to keep her face from splitting into a wide grin. “And you’ve got a rooftop apartment by the river.”

      The relief and genuine excitement on her client’s face as she processed what had just happened gave Fiona a rush that she couldn’t replicate any other way.

      “They must have had a hundred offers,” the woman gushed as she and Fiona strolled a bit away from the crowd to where they could hear each other. “How’d you do it?”

      More like eighty-five offers, to be exact, but who’s counting. “Oh, a little creative financing and a whole lot of begging.”

      “Thank you.”

      The gratitude in her client’s eyes was all the thanks Fiona needed. “Location is everything, and you’re gonna СКАЧАТЬ