dollar," said Jay. "Or a yen, or whatever. I just don't think he's going to make back what he's putting into it. Not in this neighborhood, not this year."
"If he's putting in less than fifty thousand - "
"But he's putting in twice that by the time he's done," said Jay. "Plus a year of a highly skilled carpenter's time. Call it a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. And I'll bet nothing in this neighborhood sells for more than a hundred."
Cindy smiled her killer smile at Jay. He was out of his expertise now and into hers, and she was going to enjoy showing off a little. "Actually, most things around here have lately been going in the one-ten to one-twenty range. And part of what's keeping them that low is this house - runs down the whole neighborhood. Besides which, this house is something special. Look around. The house next door is the carriagehouse to this one, for heaven's sake - and it's the second-nicest house on the street. So when this one comes on the market, it'll sell for at least thirty above the rest of the neighborhood. If you find the right buyer."
"Which is where you come in, no doubt," said Jay. His cynicism infuriated her.
"Yes, Jay, that's where I come in. Because I am to real estate what you are to engineering, except that I can do it without making little dirty references to members of the opposite sex. So when it's time to sell this house, I won't even offer it to anyone looking for a bargain. I'll offer it to someone looking for a jewel and willing to pay top dollar for it. And if Mr. Lark is as good as you seem to think he is, I'll bet you right now that the selling price for this house is within five thousand dollars of two hundred thou."
"You'll bet?" asked Jay.
"Stop this," said Don. "I don't use agents to sell my houses. Can't afford the commission."
"If I don't meet that price," said Cindy, "then I won't take a commission."
"That wouldn't be right," said Don. "Your work is worth the price. So I won't have you doing the job unless I pay you for it."
"I've made a bet," said Cindy. "Are you men or what?"
"I'll take the bet," said Jay.
"You've got nothing at stake," said Cindy.
"My reputation as a judge of real estate values."
"You don't have a reputation," said Cindy, "or I would have heard of you."
Don laughed out loud. More of a bark, really, a couple of barks. Almost a warning. I'm amused, but stand back because I'm still ready to bite at any moment. But Cindy liked the laugh. Or at least her hormones liked it. Angry at herself, she realized he could probably take his shoes off right now and she'd probably get all excited by the smell of his socks. Get a grip on yourself, girl.
"Won't take the bet," said Don. "I'm not a betting man. But I will think about giving you a shot at it. Not till after you see my finished work, though. Right now you're buying a pig in a poke."
"She's not buying anything," said Jay. "Realtors take houses on consignment."
"On commission," said Cindy. "If you don't know the difference - "
"Let's not fight," said Jay. "Let's just agree that we don't like each other but we both love Don so we have to get along for his sake."
What did he mean by that? Immediately she put on her business face. "I'll tell my client your offer is forty-six five. You may not like to dicker, but he does. When he settles for forty-nine I'll call you to set up a closing."
"You think he will?" asked Don, looking surprised.
"I know he will," said Cindy. Then she gave Jay her fullcourt smile, which she knew would almost blind him with the dazzling sarcasm of it.
Jay ignored her and turned to Don. "It's your money and your life, Don. If you call it a life."
"I don't," said Don. "But it's the only life I've got." He turned back to Cindy. "When should I call you?"
"Tomorrow at five and we'll set up an appointment for the closing."
"Are you really that sure?" said Don. "It could change the kind of fix I do on that front door."
"Fix?" It took her a moment for her to remember that he had broken into the house with a wrecking bar.
"I mean put up a new hasp, only fastened with a slotless head and inlaid so