Page 41 of The October Arrangement

“SoHo.”

“And you built this?” I smiled.

“MDG did.”

“You know what I mean.”

He got up from his desk and stood next to me. “We acquired the property six years ago. Construction took a little over three years.”

“How many apartments are there?”

“Forty-two,” he said.

“How much does it cost to live there?” I asked.

“The least expensive unit sold for a little over seven million.”

“Seven million dollars?” My eyes widened.

“Yes.” He nodded.

“For the cheapest one?”

“Yes.” He tucked his hands into his pants pockets.

“Damn. What did the most expensive one cost?”

“Forty-eight.”

“Million?” I stared at him.

“No, Bella. Forty-eight dollars,” he sighed.

I smacked his arm, and he let out a chuckle. That was the first time since we’d met that I’d heard him laugh. Maybe he was human after all.

“You live in a completely different world than I do.”

“It’s just real estate,” he said.

“Simon, people spending forty-eight million dollars on an apartment is not just real estate.”

“It is to me.” He shrugged.

I caught a whiff of his cologne. That damn cologne.

“Seeing you here is weird,” I said.

“Why?”

“Because at home you’re just the guy who gets irritated by pumpkins and yells at me for touching things.”

“I don’t yell.”

“You absolutely yell.”

“I speak firmly. There’s a difference.”

“Of course you call it that.” I laughed.