“Zoë asked as she and Justine cleared the dining room of the breakfast dishes.“It’s going to be your house,” Justine said reasonably, following her into the kitchen. “And you’re the one who knows best about what Emma’s going to need.”“I still wish you would go with me.”“I can’t. I’m meeting the loan officer at the bank. You’ll do fine. Just keep the budget in mind.”“It’s not the budget I’m worried about,” Zoë said, scraping the breakfast plate at the sink with unnecessary vigor. “You know I don’...t like talking to strangers.”“Alex isn’t a stranger. You’ve met him before.”“For about thirty seconds.”“You just went to Everett and talked with a whole bunch of strangers.”“That’s not the same.”“Oh.” Justine paused in the middle of loading handfuls of flatware into the dishwasher. “I get it. But I promise he’s not going to do anything to make you uncomfortable. He’ll be professional.”“Are you sure?”“Of course I’m sure.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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