miraculous rise through the real estate ranks from receptionist to top agent while I still slaved away as a lowly assistant-cum-secretary . . . but unfortunately, I couldn't hate her, couldn't despise her, couldn't even work up so much as a mild dislike. She kept the notoriously roving eye of Dermott, my ex-husband of three years, fixed firmly on herself, charmed everyone she came in contact with, and had a sunny disposition that simply would not be quelled, no matter how much I tried snubbing her.
"Lonely?" she asked with a perception that made me uncomfortable.
"I just miss my sister," I said, but we both knew it was a lame excuse. "Even though Jas lived in Washington, we used to talk almost every day."
"Didn't she marry a Scotsman?"
"Yes." I grimaced as we hit a particularly bad rut, my head smacking on the roof of the car. Diamond didn't need to know just what type of a Scot Jacintha's new husband really was. Or the truth about Jas herself, for that matter.
"That must be very hard on you, having her so far away. You don't have any men friends?"
For some bizarre reason, my mind turned to the dark-haired, green-eyed murderer. I would have to be dead not to have noticed that a bloodsucking fiend he might be, but he was also extremely easy on the eyes. "No. No boyfriend."
"That stinks."
I gave up all pretense of dignity. "It really does. I can't tell you how hard it is to find a man these days. They're all so . . . I don't know, shallow. They're just into themselves, or their jobs, and none of them seem to have any real depth. Is it so much to ask that a man be comfortable with himself? That he be able to look beyond his own needs and desires once in a while? All I ever find are guys with agendas."
"Have you tried one of those online dating places?" Diamond asked as we crept down the long drive, past a wildly unkempt lawn dotted with downed branches from nearby scraggly alder trees. "I have a friend who had great luck with one."
"Tried them. Dated the guys. Dumped them shortly thereafter," I said grimly, staring out the window with an Eeyore sense of satisfaction at my misery.
"I'll have to put my mind to it," Diamond said after another minute of silence. "You're a nice girl, Corazon. You deserve to be happy."
I sighed morosely, not bothering to voice my agreement. I sounded pathetic enough without that.
"I think you should take Dee's advice," she added.
"What advice would that be?" I asked, faintly startled at the idea of taking my ex's advice about anything, let alone my love life.
"That rising-to-the-top business. This job, now," she said, nodding toward the looming house that cut with mottled black fingers into the sunny California sky, "this is a perfect example of how one can rise to the top. If you handled it right, it could do big things for you."
"I'm not the agent; you are."
"You can be my coagent," she said, with a decisive little nod. "I think it would be a good thing for you to get out from behind the desk and start meeting people. I see lots of men in my job, successful men, just the sort you need."
I glanced at the house, unable to keep from smiling to myself. "I appreciate the offer, Diamond, I really do, but I just don't think that some sexy, urbane man is going to want either this house or me."
"You don't know until you try. I'll tell Dee that you're going to handle the sale of this house. It'll do you good, and he won't make a fuss when I tell him how much you need a man."
I groaned to myself. That's all I needed - Dermott knowing how desperate I was for a man in my life. Still, it was a nice offer, and I didn't want to hurt Diamond's feelings by turning it down. "I'll think about it."
"You'll do more than think about it - you'll make this your debut into the fabulous world of real estate. And, of course, man hunting."
I laughed and pulled my hair back into a ponytail, checking my digital camera to make sure I had enough charge on the battery to take a good four or five dozen pictures. "It's just a derelict house that's been tied up in some huge probate battle for decades. It's hardly going to work miracles either for my career or