“No.” Cary’s voice was flat. “They pushed it. Said council wanted more time to vote. Nothing changed.” He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it damp and rebellious. “They said other properties have more ‘issues.’”
“You didn’t go to the meeting?” she asked, the question threaded with more than curiosity. Her hands were steady, but her heart had begun to pick up rhythm. lili and cary home along part 1 hot
“We advertise tonight,” she decided. “Short-term. Furnished. Pictures. We ask for references, run credit—do the damned thing properly.” Nothing changed
“We could ask Mark to front us if the council keeps delaying,” Cary said, tentative. Mark—the brother-in-law who had money but expected things in return—was a lever they both disliked but occasionally considered. “Or I can pick up extra shifts.” “We advertise tonight,” she decided
“I still hate that we have to do this,” Cary said. His voice was small. “Feels like giving up on the dream.”