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Snorting, I grab my purse. “You’re just blinded by my inner beauty.”

He doesn’t reply to that—though, really, what can he say? Instead, he narrows his eyes and asks, “How was the house you saw yesterday?”

“A total bust. I don’t need fancy finishes, and I know better than to expect them with my budget, but a working furnace in the middle of a Jackson Harbor winter is a must