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First published March 25, 2012
"Join the Witch Central matchmaking crew and I'll make you go preview every listing in outer Mongolia." Code for the suburbs, and guaranteed to make her city-dweller assistant cringe. "I hear there's a new development. Forty houses, all exactly the same."
Lizard didn't look properly terrified. "If you picked your own guy, they'd stop harassing you."
"It's like buying a house." Lauren was feeling chatty — the green linguine was surprisingly good. "Some clients fall in love with the first house you show them. Some have hopelessly unrealistic expectations. Me, I'm happy to rent for a while and wait for the right house to go on the market." She paused, fork halfway to her mouth as her brain caught up with her words. "And somewhere, that analogy went really off the rails." Maybe the linguine was spiked.
Her assistant seemed way too amused for comfort. "Renting would imply that you actually have a guy, even if he's just temporary. I think your current guyless state is more like being homeless."
Since when had Lizard gotten funny? "I don't need a guy." Lauren shrugged, ready to give the short version of a conversation she'd had a hundred times in the last ten years. "I have a life I like, friends I like, and plenty of people who feed me and come hang out on my couch."
"You think a guy would change all that?"
Lauren's noodle-happy brain finally twigged to the wistful note in Lizard's voice. Uh-oh. What the hell were they talking about now? "Not the right guy. But I believe in moving slowly. Clients who rush into house purchases usually aren't as happy as the ones who take their time, look around a little."
And dammit, she believed that — but it seemed like exactly the wrong advice to be giving one blonde ex-delinquent. "The crazy happiest, though? The ones who fall in deep, nutty love with the first house they see."
And now it was her voice with the wistful note.