Better keep his mind on the house. Gabe didn’t usually mind mixing business with pleasure, but not on this job.
She stepped into the dining room and he followed her.
In the sunlight flooding the room, her hair looked almost auburn. Her lips curled into an easy smile. “The built-ins are beautiful.”
He forced himself not to stare at her. Stay focused. “The French doors lead to a small back porch.”
She peered out. “Cozy.”
Too cozy.
Time to put an end to this. He didn’t want her to like the house. He wanted her to hate it. And he knew how to make that happen. She needed to see the upstairs. ASAP.
Gabriel motioned to the second staircase around the corner. “That’s the maid’s staircase. Would you like to see the bedrooms upstairs?”
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