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‘Marathon Street, Edendale Lane, Lake View Avenue. You think we can do three?’ Tina asked, swiping a screen across on her iPhone. She and Carrie were sitting in fluffy white robes, having breakfast on the balcony of their hotel suite. Carrie didn’t reply, so Tina touched her knee with her bare foot. ‘Honey?’
Carrie looked up from her iPad. ‘Uh . . . Yeah, sorry, I’m just getting some emails. Disclosure schedule on Waterman’s shifting.’
‘Shit. Which way?’
‘Forward.’ Tina groaned in frustration, but Carrie went on, ‘I think I’m gonna have to skip it and just meet you for lunch.’
She went back to scrolling her tablet. Tina chewed her lip and gazed out at the enormous vista of hazy, early-morning LA. She didn’t want to have to look at properties alone, but if she didn’t then it would be another two weeks before she was back, which meant another two weeks of inertia, two weeks further away from living close to her daughter again.
Thinking of Angie made Tina tense. She knew she’d have to make some effort to smooth over the unpleasantness that had happened the day before, when they’d told her about their engagement, but she didn’t want to do that either. In fact, when Tina thought about it, all she really wanted to do was go on a fucking long vacation, alone, and not deal with any of this.
Immediately, she felt guilty for that thought and sought to make up for it.
‘You want me to order you anything? They have executive office rooms downstairs.’
‘No, it’s okay,’ Carrie replied, not looking up. ‘I can work here.’
The sight was familiar to Tina. Sitting at breakfast opposite a woman who was engrossed in her work, barely aware that anyone else existed. It wasn’t all that normal for Carrie, admittedly, but Waterman was a huge case.
Tina went back to peering at her phone. The three properties they’d lined up to view were all around the million-dollar mark, but very different styles. Carrie tended towards ultra-modern, but Tina liked something more traditional . . . Like her beloved New York brownstone. Or Bette’s house. Their first house. A character house. She remembered the first time she saw it. Bette had picked her up and dropped her off for three dates, but on the fourth she wondered if Tina would like to come over for a pool party? It would also be a chance for Tina to meet Bette’s friends . . .