Chapter 7
Quinn sat back in her chair, glad the angular wood had sturdy cushions covered in brown fabric that matched the tablecloth. Even the miniature table lamp off to the side of every table had a cute tasseled lampshade in the same color.
There was no point in her back and backside being as uncomfortable as Doug’s entirely reasonable question made her feel.
“I got into real estate almost by accident,” she said. “I got all the way through earning my MBA, still enjoying what I was studying, looking forward to starting my career. And then I did.”
She paused, staring out at the lake. All the lovely sailboats were out of sight now, and a few yellow specks of campfires on the far side stood out. Burning against the gathering purplish dusk over the water.
When she turned back and realiz
