Assignment: Twins

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At the office, she gave the finished paperwork on the closing to Jen to be filed, picked up her messages, and looked wearily at the courier package which had finally come full circle back to the office. She’d probably better deliver it in person rather than take a chance on another delay.

“Also, Bryan wants to see you,” Jen added. “He’s in his office.”

No doubt her fellow salesperson was going to rib her about the MacIntyres’ counteroffer, Nikki thought. Well, there was nothing she could do about it now except smile. Telling Bryan what had really happened to sidetrack the courier package would only amuse him more.

Bryan was on the phone, so she started to walk on past his cubicle. But he beckoned her in and waved her to a chair while he ended his call. “It’s an important day for you, Nikki. I thought perhaps you’d like a hand to figure out your strategy for Neil Harrison.”

The auto-plant tycoon. At least it wasn’t about the MacIntyres. Not that Nikki was any happier to be talking to Bryan about Neil Harrison, especially since she was going to have to admit that she couldn’t stick around the office long enough today even to meet the man, much less show him houses.

“It’s nice of you to offer to help,” she said. “As a matter of fact—”

“Oh, I’m happy to give you my advice,” Bryan went on. “It’s all in finding the right strategy, Nikki. You know, of course, that men look at houses differently than women do. Women will look at anything and everything which vaguely resembles their needs. They’ll make a full-time job of house-hunting, while men want to look at just one place and be done with it.”

Ordinarily Nikki would have objected to the generalization, but today she didn’t have any room to maneuver. Bryan might be a sexist jerk at times, but he was a good salesman—and he was in a position to bail her out of a jam. If she asked him for help directly, however, he’d never let her hear the end of it.

It’s all in finding the right strategy, Nikki, she told herself. “You know, it’s funny,” she mused, “but I was just thinking about that very thing. The original call came to me because of the ordinary rotation, but I was wondering if Mr. Harrison wouldn’t rather have a man show him around.”

Bryan didn’t react at all for a moment. Then he said, sounding wary, “That isn’t like you, Nikki. Not grabbing a challenge—and the chance at a big commission.”

Nikki tried to look innocent. “I just want to do what’s best for the firm. You’re right that this is a very important client, and I’d much rather have you make the sale—and get the commission—than for me to fall short and get nothing.”

Bryan propped his elbows on the arms of his chair and clasped his hands together. “What’s wrong with him, Nikki?” Suspicion dripped from his voice.

“Wrong? Nothing, as far as I know. I’ve never met the man. I just thought you could probably read his reactions better than I could. You know, man to man.”

Bryan hesitated, then smiled slowly. “Well, that’s certainly true. All right, I don’t have anything better to do this afternoon. Which property were you going to show him first?”

“I hadn’t decided yet,” Nikki said truthfully. She wasn’t about to volunteer that she hadn’t even started to make a list, much less prioritize it. “And I wouldn’t want to cloud your judgment, anyway. Let me know how it goes, all right?”

She dug into her briefcase for her car key, and pulled out two. Her own, and Seth’s.

He was going to kill her. Worse, she didn’t blame him.

It was just past noon when Nikki got back to the house. The SUV was in the driveway, and she breathed a sigh of relief—though she still almost tiptoed into the kitchen, wary of fallout.

Seth was washing dishes while the twins played on the floor at his feet, creating a mad symphony with pan lids for cymbals and wooden spoons for drumsticks. He looked up when she came in, but he didn’t comment.

Relieved, she set her briefcase on the counter and picked up a towel. “I guess the fact that you’re here means you must have a spare key.”

“Now I do,” Seth said dryly.

Nikki bit her lip. “I’m really sorry. It’s force of habit to never leave a key in the ignition. Living in the city, driving in all kinds of neighborhoods…”

“Oh, think nothing of it. You could have automatically locked the doors with the twins still inside.” He rinsed the last plastic bowl.

Nikki looked at the pile. Laura had been right—it didn’t take long to create a mountain of china, glass and plastic. “Something tells me this is bad news for the dishwasher.”

Seth nodded. “It’s completely shot. I hoped I could substitute a new style of motor, but it’s just too ancient to find one that will fit.”

“Laura’s not going to like that.”

“It can’t be helped. I’m going back to work, Nikki. The babies are all yours.”

All yours. That sounded ominous. Was he planning to come back at all? He hadn’t promised anything beyond this morning… “Look, Seth, I said I’m sorry about the key.”

“I heard you. They’ve had lunch, by the way.”

“I see that. I’m just surprised they’ll eat spinach, if they won’t touch squash.”

Seth paused in mid-step. “Spinach?” He sounded as if he’d never heard of it before.

“Yeah.” She gestured. “The green stains down the front of Zack’s shirt. I’m not complaining, mind you, but you might try a bib next time.” She wanted to ask, Is there going to be a next time?

“Sure. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She followed him to the door. “Is there anything you’d like for dinner?”