The Price of a Gift (The Price of Secrets Series) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Ashley Drake
ability to know that. I just don't understand why. I have always been nothing but nice to her."
"Oh well that's easy. She thinks her husband wants you and something about the old Walter's furniture building."
Mom was shocked, but managed to smile at me. "You're good. I've seen you do that a hundred times but it still amazes me. Her husband, Donald, had the Walter's furniture building for sale. He had it listed a long time, so when I had a buyer, he helped me with all the zoning and permit research hoping my buyers would make an offer. And they did. Now that I think about it, every time he and I were together, Debbie c alled him constantly. But me and Donald? Not even if I was single. Not even if he was the last man on earth." Mom was offended.
"Don't worry Mom. Deep down she knows you're not interested. But he has cheated on her so many times that she doesn't like anyone younger or better looking than her to be around her husband."
Dad put his arm around Mom’s waist, kissed her and said, "And you are younger and so much prettier than her."
Get a room already. "I really like this house much better than the first one." I interrupted their make out session.
"That wouldn't be because this house has a pool would it?" Dad asked.
"Yes, but that's not the only reason. The other house just didn't feel right for us. This house does. Like it could be a place I could call home. I'm gonna go pick a bedroom, just in case.”
To the left of the small foy er were French doors leading into a study. To the right was the dining room and living room. I went to the left passing the study that I could already envision dad having wall to wall bookshelves and his overstuffed leather chair by the window. On this side of the house were two bedrooms and a bath. I knew which room I wanted, the one with the double windows that looked out to swimming pool of course. The closet was just a tiny bit smaller than the one I have now, but if I get rid of clothes I don't wear anymore, my stuff would fit just fine.
The hall bathroom was actually larger than mine and had plenty of storage. Having the double sinks and double cabinets, I could keep everything in here instead of bringing my makeup bag back and forth from my room like I do now. I walked through the living room toward the master bedroom when I heard my parents in the kitchen. It was fifteen minutes later and they were still in there. Mom was walking out heading toward the dining room, as I was walking in.
"Can we please go home? I am tired and we have been here forever."
"Well aren't you whiney, not a very attractive quality." Dad said while writing down the measurements mom was calling out to him.
"You don't understand...Samantha!" She was standing about six feet behind my dad.
"Don't understand Samantha? What are you talking about?"
"No, Dad, Samantha is here. She's right behind you." He turned around even though he knew he wasn't going to see her.
"Do you want me to give you some privacy?" Dad asked.
"If you don't mind. I'll come find you when she leaves." He left the kitchen, but I could tell it was with reluctance.
I turned back to Samantha thinking she might have already disappeared, but she was still in the same spot wearing a blue dress and her hair in braids. "What's wrong Samantha?"
"Find me." Was all she said. Then she just disappeared. I almost wondered if she was gonna hide in the house and I was supposed to count to ten or something. I went to find my parents. I was ready for this day to be over.
After two hours of looking at houses we were finally home. It doesn't look like I will be calling it that for much longer. After grabbing myself a soda, I snuck it into my room. No food or drinks were allowed in the bedrooms, mom's rule. I washed my makeup off and brushed my teeth. So now I'm sitting on my bed with my laptop trying to find something about a death that includes a 16 year old Samantha and, judging by the dress, it happened sometime in the late 1800's to early
"Oh well that's easy. She thinks her husband wants you and something about the old Walter's furniture building."
Mom was shocked, but managed to smile at me. "You're good. I've seen you do that a hundred times but it still amazes me. Her husband, Donald, had the Walter's furniture building for sale. He had it listed a long time, so when I had a buyer, he helped me with all the zoning and permit research hoping my buyers would make an offer. And they did. Now that I think about it, every time he and I were together, Debbie c alled him constantly. But me and Donald? Not even if I was single. Not even if he was the last man on earth." Mom was offended.
"Don't worry Mom. Deep down she knows you're not interested. But he has cheated on her so many times that she doesn't like anyone younger or better looking than her to be around her husband."
Dad put his arm around Mom’s waist, kissed her and said, "And you are younger and so much prettier than her."
Get a room already. "I really like this house much better than the first one." I interrupted their make out session.
"That wouldn't be because this house has a pool would it?" Dad asked.
"Yes, but that's not the only reason. The other house just didn't feel right for us. This house does. Like it could be a place I could call home. I'm gonna go pick a bedroom, just in case.”
To the left of the small foy er were French doors leading into a study. To the right was the dining room and living room. I went to the left passing the study that I could already envision dad having wall to wall bookshelves and his overstuffed leather chair by the window. On this side of the house were two bedrooms and a bath. I knew which room I wanted, the one with the double windows that looked out to swimming pool of course. The closet was just a tiny bit smaller than the one I have now, but if I get rid of clothes I don't wear anymore, my stuff would fit just fine.
The hall bathroom was actually larger than mine and had plenty of storage. Having the double sinks and double cabinets, I could keep everything in here instead of bringing my makeup bag back and forth from my room like I do now. I walked through the living room toward the master bedroom when I heard my parents in the kitchen. It was fifteen minutes later and they were still in there. Mom was walking out heading toward the dining room, as I was walking in.
"Can we please go home? I am tired and we have been here forever."
"Well aren't you whiney, not a very attractive quality." Dad said while writing down the measurements mom was calling out to him.
"You don't understand...Samantha!" She was standing about six feet behind my dad.
"Don't understand Samantha? What are you talking about?"
"No, Dad, Samantha is here. She's right behind you." He turned around even though he knew he wasn't going to see her.
"Do you want me to give you some privacy?" Dad asked.
"If you don't mind. I'll come find you when she leaves." He left the kitchen, but I could tell it was with reluctance.
I turned back to Samantha thinking she might have already disappeared, but she was still in the same spot wearing a blue dress and her hair in braids. "What's wrong Samantha?"
"Find me." Was all she said. Then she just disappeared. I almost wondered if she was gonna hide in the house and I was supposed to count to ten or something. I went to find my parents. I was ready for this day to be over.
After two hours of looking at houses we were finally home. It doesn't look like I will be calling it that for much longer. After grabbing myself a soda, I snuck it into my room. No food or drinks were allowed in the bedrooms, mom's rule. I washed my makeup off and brushed my teeth. So now I'm sitting on my bed with my laptop trying to find something about a death that includes a 16 year old Samantha and, judging by the dress, it happened sometime in the late 1800's to early
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