either to help calm me down.”
Chapter Fourteen
Aaron and Mia walked back to his house. The girls piled into Karen’s car and met them there. The group gathered around Aaron’s kitchen table with the house listing in front of them, each babbling anxiously. On the cutting board, Mia sliced fruit and put together a pitcher of Sangria while everyone took turns offering their take of the house. Aaron poured Sasha a glass of Merlot to hold her over, told her to sit still, and listen to what everyone had to say. Karen began, and was in total agreement with Sasha. The house was magnificent. Tina was against it, being the rational woman she was. The house was far more than Sasha needed, being only one person. Aaron thought it would be absolutely beautiful when completed, but the cost of repairs could sway him in either direction. Vic was for it, as long as Sasha hosted most of the house parties from now on. They all looked at Mia, waiting for her to speak her peace.
“What? I’m giving this serious thought,” she said, with a devilish smile.
“C’mon Mia, I need your opinion. We have one no, two yeses, and Aaron’s on the fence. What’s it going to be?” Sasha asked, begging for Mia’s answer.
“Are you out of your mind? Is this really the house you want, with all the work you’ll need to do?” Mia asked, shaking her head from side to side.
“Well… yes it is,” Sasha said, standing her ground, even though the pouty bottom lip was coming out.
Mia couldn’t hold back the excitement in her voice any longer. “That’s my girl. You’re damn right this is the house for you, and we’re all going to help you remodel it. But we do need to find out what the costs will be first. You can reduce your offer substantially based on the work it needs, and how long it’s been on the market. Tomorrow we’re going to make the calls and have a few contractors give you estimates. Of course, Josh has to meet us there, but you can still act like you haven’t decided on anything yet. Keep him guessing by viewing other houses until we have a firm price in mind to offer.”
Sasha bounced around the table hugging everyone. She was overjoyed at the idea of making the Victorian her very own. If she could recreate the vision in her mind, this worn out Victorian house could turn into a stunning home.
“Karen, you should sell your house and move in there with me. It’s plenty big. Pretty soon we’ll all be living within five minutes of each other. How great is that?”
“That’s pretty great, Sasha. It really is,” Mia said, with a wink in Aaron’s direction.
***
Tuesday afternoon, Sasha and Mia were again standing on the maple floored foyer of the Victorian. Josh, Bob Anderson, the plumber, and Frank Diaz, the electrician, met them there. The contractors went from room to room checking every water pipe and electrical wire. They informed Sasha the estimates may take a few hours to put together. Josh followed Mia and Sasha around like a lost puppy. He was dying to ask Sasha out, but never had enough courage to do it in front of other people. Sasha was never alone either, and by the look of things, she probably wouldn’t be any time soon.
“Josh, don’t you have something to do, like call clients?” Mia asked, becoming irritated that he was tagging along like a dog in heat.
Sasha and Mia had plenty of ideas to talk about alone as they walked. Sasha didn’t want to give Josh any indication yet of how interested she was until she got the numbers from the contractors.
“Yeah… I guess I can wait in my car,” Josh replied, somewhat deflated. He was doing everything possible to appear wholesome, funny and charming in front of Sasha. Right now, he was scoring a big, fat, zero.
Two hours went by while the girls planned the colors schemes for each room. They agreed on the way the deck should be designed for the best traffic flow coming off the kitchen. Mia scratched out diagrams as Sasha picked areas in the backyard to
Chapter Fourteen
Aaron and Mia walked back to his house. The girls piled into Karen’s car and met them there. The group gathered around Aaron’s kitchen table with the house listing in front of them, each babbling anxiously. On the cutting board, Mia sliced fruit and put together a pitcher of Sangria while everyone took turns offering their take of the house. Aaron poured Sasha a glass of Merlot to hold her over, told her to sit still, and listen to what everyone had to say. Karen began, and was in total agreement with Sasha. The house was magnificent. Tina was against it, being the rational woman she was. The house was far more than Sasha needed, being only one person. Aaron thought it would be absolutely beautiful when completed, but the cost of repairs could sway him in either direction. Vic was for it, as long as Sasha hosted most of the house parties from now on. They all looked at Mia, waiting for her to speak her peace.
“What? I’m giving this serious thought,” she said, with a devilish smile.
“C’mon Mia, I need your opinion. We have one no, two yeses, and Aaron’s on the fence. What’s it going to be?” Sasha asked, begging for Mia’s answer.
“Are you out of your mind? Is this really the house you want, with all the work you’ll need to do?” Mia asked, shaking her head from side to side.
“Well… yes it is,” Sasha said, standing her ground, even though the pouty bottom lip was coming out.
Mia couldn’t hold back the excitement in her voice any longer. “That’s my girl. You’re damn right this is the house for you, and we’re all going to help you remodel it. But we do need to find out what the costs will be first. You can reduce your offer substantially based on the work it needs, and how long it’s been on the market. Tomorrow we’re going to make the calls and have a few contractors give you estimates. Of course, Josh has to meet us there, but you can still act like you haven’t decided on anything yet. Keep him guessing by viewing other houses until we have a firm price in mind to offer.”
Sasha bounced around the table hugging everyone. She was overjoyed at the idea of making the Victorian her very own. If she could recreate the vision in her mind, this worn out Victorian house could turn into a stunning home.
“Karen, you should sell your house and move in there with me. It’s plenty big. Pretty soon we’ll all be living within five minutes of each other. How great is that?”
“That’s pretty great, Sasha. It really is,” Mia said, with a wink in Aaron’s direction.
***
Tuesday afternoon, Sasha and Mia were again standing on the maple floored foyer of the Victorian. Josh, Bob Anderson, the plumber, and Frank Diaz, the electrician, met them there. The contractors went from room to room checking every water pipe and electrical wire. They informed Sasha the estimates may take a few hours to put together. Josh followed Mia and Sasha around like a lost puppy. He was dying to ask Sasha out, but never had enough courage to do it in front of other people. Sasha was never alone either, and by the look of things, she probably wouldn’t be any time soon.
“Josh, don’t you have something to do, like call clients?” Mia asked, becoming irritated that he was tagging along like a dog in heat.
Sasha and Mia had plenty of ideas to talk about alone as they walked. Sasha didn’t want to give Josh any indication yet of how interested she was until she got the numbers from the contractors.
“Yeah… I guess I can wait in my car,” Josh replied, somewhat deflated. He was doing everything possible to appear wholesome, funny and charming in front of Sasha. Right now, he was scoring a big, fat, zero.
Two hours went by while the girls planned the colors schemes for each room. They agreed on the way the deck should be designed for the best traffic flow coming off the kitchen. Mia scratched out diagrams as Sasha picked areas in the backyard to
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