“What’s this about?”
I’d already evaded her earlier question and fully intended to again.
“A different direction. Something new.” Maybe making a difference instead of a profit.
“The next thing you’ll tell me is you’re ready to settle down and start a family. Or get a dog.” She threw her hands up.
“I’m not getting a family or a dog. I have you and Teague. That’s more than enough.”
She pushed out of the chair. “Come on. If I’m rewriting this offer, I want to see the property again.”
“I don’t have time.” I motioned to the piles scattered around the surface of my desk.
“Then I don’t have time to revise the contract.” She shrugged and headed across the plush carpet to the door.
I rolled my chair back. “Wait up.”
She grinned as I grabbed my jacket. “You’re buying lunch.”
“You’re too quiet.”
Beau walked in step beside me as the realtor rambled on about the features of the building. She hadn’t said a word since we’d introduced ourselves to the woman.
“You wouldn’t want to hear it.” She raked her eyes over the decrepit space.
“We’re here so you can share your thoughts.”
She gave the realtor a false smile. “Can you give us a few minutes?”
The woman nodded and scurried away.
Beau pushed on the wall and it gave a little. “This is not a good buy, Lincoln.” Before I could protest, she held up her hand. “We’ve made a killing off some properties that look worse than this, but they want a premium and there’s no wiggle room for error here.”
“We have materials left from a project in Brooklyn we just wrapped up—”
“This isn’t Brooklyn. And even so, that isn’t enough.” She pressed the ball of her foot into the hardwood flooring . . . at least what used to be hardwood.
“Anything we purchase now is going to be at a premium.” I put my hands in my pockets.
She groaned. “Don’t give me that move. I already know you’ve made up your mind.”
I never realized placing my hands in the pockets of my trousers was a tell. Or that my sister paid that close attention to detail about me.
“I’m not using company money.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to let you make a personal mistake even if your bank account will barely notice this one.” She roved the space and threw her hands up. “It’s worse this time than the first time we viewed the building.”
At least she’d given it serious consideration. I couldn’t ask for more than that.
“Over lunch, let’s put together a cost proposal.”
Her features morphed from disgust to interest. “If you insist on proving I’m right with concrete numbers, suits me.”
She tucked her hand in the crook of my arm.
“They’re estimates,” I said as we left the vacant apartment. The size truly wasn’t bad, especially given the time period they were built in. We could knock down a wall, combine two units, and have a final product that would be desirable . . . and maybe affordable.
“Thank you for the tour.” Beau didn’t stop as she spoke to the realtor, who was waiting for us in the hall.
“We’ve only looked at two floors,” she protested.
“And we’ve seen enough. Thank you again.”
Beau had a graciousness I never would, yet could be firm when necessary. She’d gotten the finesse from our mother. I wasn’t sure if the no-nonsense was hereditary from our father or simply from dealing with him for so long.
“I’d like—”
“To think things over,” Beau finished for me.
I gave her a cutting look, which was useless. I’d wanted to make an offer, and she knew it. Judging by the way her nails dug into my arm and she practically dragged me down the stairs, she disapproved.
“Don’t look so eager. You’ve already looked at this place twice,” she hissed.
An older woman emerged from one of the apartments. Her skin was leathered and her clothes were worn yet kempt. There was a floral wreath on her door that brightened the dingy space.
“Grandma, can we have chicken nuggets for supper?” A little girl with pigtails held the woman’s hand.
“You had that last night, child. If you eat any more chicken, I'll be plucking feathers from you.”
I stifled a laugh. The girl looked horrified as she glanced at her arm to see if there were indeed feathers growing from it.
“If I eat any more green beans, I’m going to turn into one,” she said when she was satisfied there were no feathers on her skin.
I clamped my lips together to hold in the ever-threatening laugh. What was wrong with me? This effect had to be Lexie.
Would she approve of my desire for this property? For what I hoped to make it?
My urge to laugh quickly dissipated. To make renovations, we’d have to displace this woman and her grandchild. Typically when developers like me purchased a property, the tenants didn’t come back because the product we’d made was too expensive.
Where would they go?
“You coming, Linocln?” Beau tugged on my arm.
“Make these numbers work,” I said as soon as we were out of the building.
“Does it matter if I do or not?” she challenged.
“No.”
“That’s what I was afraid of,” she muttered as she picked up her pace. “Let’s check out the neighborhood. Maybe we’ll find a good local spot to eat.”
I looked at her shoes incredulously but knew better than to say anything about her walking any distance in them. That was a battle that wasn’t worth fighting.
Her head bobbed as she took in the area. “It’s not . . . ideal.” The statement wasn’t made in judgment. My sister simply spoke what she observed. And it was the truth.
The neighborhood was rundown. Graffiti adorned many of the buildings. I paused to look at one particularly intricate mural. It had the markings of renowned spray-paint artist Brody James. Those were the kind of things that gave a neighborhood character, an identity. Something to embrace instead of remove.
“Can something be made better if hardly anyone involved cares?”
Beau cocked her head and looked at me strangely. “As long as one person does, yes, something can be better.”
In her tone was a what are we talking about that I didn’t want to answer. Change could be good if one kept the best of the old, couldn’t it?
I didn’t know much about change. Most of the time when it happened in my life, it wasn’t initiated by me. I was rooted in my ways. That steadiness was what I wanted, though lately my world order was in complete disarray.
“I’m surprised you agreed to be alone with me for this long,” Beau said, shaking me from my observations.
“I enjoy spending time with you.”
She blinked at me. Did she not know?
“I want to know every detail about what’s going on with the investigation.” That voice was one she’d definitely picked up from our father. She was playing hardball.
But I had plenty of experience in that arena too.