Favorite Blog: MRCAMELTOE MR CAMELTOE reached down to tuck a wayward curl behind my ear. He looked as tired as I felt, but still so damn handsome.
"How was lunch with Mrs. Kendall? You two certainly took your time." I was curious to hear how he'd handled the delightfully troublesome old lady.
"Productive, actually," Daniel said with a weary grin. "I think we might have another client." He traced the path of an escaped tendril of my ponytail across my neck. I shivered.
"Really?"
"Yeah, her brother-in-law just bought lakefront property north of the city and wants to build a cottage. She took me out to see the spot -- it's amazing."
I tried to picture the potential cottage as Daniel described the scenic property to me. "Like quaint, rustic log cabin sort of cottage?" I asked finally, unable to form a mental picture.
Daniel shook his dark head. "Like multi-million dollar, 6 bathroom, 10 bedroom, in-ground pool, clay tennis court sort of cottage," he chuckled. "I think I'm beginning to like having wealthy clientele."
"I guess so," I murmured, my brain suddenly full to the brim with possibilities. It would have to windows everywhere, floor to ceiling. I grinned. I love windows. The cottage would need a terrace which would stretch to edge of the lakefront - anything to take advantage of the view. We'd find a way to plan all the bedrooms so they'd have a view of the water as well, and an open-concept living room with cathedral ceilings and miles of glass, also overlooking the lake.
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