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Brett and Sandy
Sandy was once again perched on the edge of Brett’s desk, again wearing a short skirt, and again swinging her legs. She was grinning inside because she could tell he really wanted to look, but was trying his best to focus on her face.
“So what’s your problem now, Sandy?”
“We have another showing tonight, if you’re available. They are really anxious to sell because they found a house nearer to the city where he works. So can I count on you?”
“What time? And where’s the house?”
She told him where the dwelling was located. “I’ll drive this time. Does seven work for you?” Sandy was really hoping he would say yes, and he did.
Ever since Brett had joined the real estate office, and had taken over Shelley’s clients, Sandy had been working closely with him. He had made it clear that he wasn’t interested in a relationship because he was divorced and had support payments to make to his ex-wife. Fortunately they had had no children, but the payments were a real drain on his finances.
Two years had passed from his first day on the job and he was doing exceptionally well on sales. As his financial problems improved, so did his mood. He was much more relaxed and often asked Sandy to celebrate with him over dinner when one of them had made a really good sale.
Sandy knew she was falling in love with Brett, but she was gun-shy because of her failure to communicate her feelings in her last relationship. He had been a really good man, but because she wouldn’t open up to him, he finally broke it off, leaving her devastated. She knew now that if she was ever to have a happy and meaningful relationship with Brett, or anyone else, she was going to have to change her ways.
The showing was a success and they had a firm offer. Brett had left the room to take a call on his cell phone and Sandy noticed a big change in him when he returned to talk to the interested couple.
Once they closed up and were on their way back to the office, she just had to ask him. “What’s up with you? You look like a kitten who found an open butter dish.”
“Let’s go out for dinner when we’re finished at the office. I have something to share with you.”
“I’m up for that. One less lonely dinner at home to sit through.” Sandy was curious but also happy to have some time away from the office with Brett.
Over dinner later Brett finally divulged his news. “That call I took while we were at the showing was the best news ever. It was my ex letting me know that she got married on the weekend, so I can stop the support payments. It’s been a real drain on my finances but now it’s finally over.
Sandy signaled to a passing waiter and ordered a bottle of champagne.
“Let’s celebrate your good news. You deserve it!”
“If we drink that bottle, I won’t be able to drive home.” Brett had driven them to dinner.
“Ever hear of a thing called a taxi? I’ll bring you back in the morning to pick up your SUV.”
So they celebrated with the champagne and began talking about personal things, as their inhibitions slipped away. Brett told her about his failed marriage – how they had been together since high school, but had both changed a great deal over the years, to the point where they were just no longer compatible.
Sandy really opened up, telling Brett her problem with non-communication issues, and how it had destroyed her former relationship.
“You are communicating just fine right now, Sandy. Maybe all you needed was a bit of champagne.” Brett was smiling at her, happier than he had been in years. She was beautiful with her short black hair, blue eyes and great sense of humor. Fun to be around, she was also very professional when it came to selling properties. He realized he was beginning to think of her as more than just a co-worker, and it made him nervous. Falling in love with her was a bad idea, in case she didn’t reciprocate his feelings.
It was now late autumn and Sandy had another property to list.
“Brett, I need your help on this one. Too big for me to handle alone.”
“What’s the story?”
“A guy wants us to go see his cottage and list it for him. He needs a really quick sale because he’s moving west to work in the oil fields.”
“So where is it?”
“That’s the catch. It’s about two hours away from here on a pothole lake, in a private campground. He doesn’t own the property – just pays a nominal annual fee for his site. The lake is stocked with rainbow and speckled trout, there’s ice fishing in the winter for those who don’t mind the cold, and the campground is behind a locked gate. The road going in, once we leave the highway, is a forest access road that runs through crown land. It’s kept in fairly good repair by loggers, but is narrow with high hills and a few curves, and the drive in from the highway is close to a half hour. So – are you in? The owner gave me the key to the gate, as well as keys to the cottage. He’s not asking much because he needs to wind this up and head west.”
“Is it on the map? Or are we likely to get lost going that far into the woods?”
“He drew me a really detailed map and prepared a written description, but there’s no way I’d go in there on my own. If you are up for this, we should probably travel in your SUV because it has better road clearance than my car.”
“Would Saturday work for you?” Brett was now more than ready for this adventure.
“Saturday is fine. I’ll make us up a picnic lunch, and the weather is looking good – not too hot and not too chilly. It will be a couple of degrees cooler there because the lake is high up in the hills.”
“So let’s get an early start and enjoy the day. We can pretend we’re just going on a picnic in the countryside. And yes, I’ll drive because it sounds like we’ll need the extra clearance. Bring your camera and we’ll take photos to show to prospective buyers.”
Saturday morning was sunny and the directions were easy to follow. The bush road was narrow with limited visibility on the curves, so travel had to be slow. Once inside the gate, they found themselves in a little piece of heaven.
The cottage sat amongst a stand of pines with a large deck facing the lake. There was a dock with a boat and electric motor, solar panels for lights and running water. The owner had said there was a septic tank and a flush toilet, a heater for warm showers, and that everything, except for a few personal items, would be included in the price.
Not far from the cottage was a small library, built by the property owner, stocked with all genre of reading material, the books placed there by campers. There was also a sand beach at the end of a second large lake on the property. Everything anyone could possibly want in a vacation spot was there for some lucky buyer.
Once Brett and Sandy had taken photos of the interior as well as the exterior, including photos of the lake, they sat on the deck and enjoyed their lunch. It was quiet and peaceful, a family of ducks swimming on the water.
Brett finally spoke up, with a big grin.
“This is going to be the easiest sale ever. I already have a buyer for the cottage.”
“You do? I’m going to really hate leaving here. It is just so beautiful and peaceful.”
“Relax, Sandy. You won’t have to leave, except to go to work. I’m buying the cottage and we’ll come here whenever we can get away for a couple of days. This is just too good to pass up and the price is quite reasonable, thanks to my ex for getting herself a husband. What do you think?”
“I think I love it, and I think I could kiss you about now!” Sandy jumped up, so excited to find out that she was going to be able to come back here.
Getting to his feet, Brett put his arms around her and gave her a long and lingering kiss. “I don’t just love this place, Sandy, I think maybe I’m falling in love with you too. Does that scare you?”
“Not in the least, because the feeling is mutual. Wanna go catch a fish?”
“Give me another kiss, and we’ll talk.”
He winked at her, and that’s exactly what they did.
Brett and Sandy were working together in a real estate office, along with Shelley. (From the novel â€˜The Marvelous Mistakeâ€™. This is the story of their romance.