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After languishing in the minor leagues for way longer than he’d ever imagined, Brett’s first year in the majors took the league by storm. Many, unaware of the injuries he’d been dealing with, had written him off as a bust. Now healthy, he’d cashed in the way he’d always dreamed of.
The trade from the Yankees had come as a surprise to him but he understood the business side of it. With an already expensive roster, they could hardly afford the salary he could now command. This left a trade their only viable option.
Touring potential neighborhoods in his new city with his realtor he wasn’t at all impressed with Spring Hill. It lacked the nearby nightlife he’d grown accustomed to in New York but the lavish mansion allowed him to overlook all that. The legging clad neighbor with a body built for sin that he’d seen in her driveway sweetened the pot as well.
“This is absolutely the place for you.” Jenny said as she walked Brett through the house dreaming of the commission she’d receive for the sale.
She’d been struggling in the lower end markets for her entire career and a sale like this would put her on the map and open up an entirely new class of clients for her.
“Yeah, It’s nice.” Brett said, downplaying his enthusiasm for the place. “You sure 7 million is the lowest they’ll go?”
“Yes, I’ve been assured that’s the lowest they’d go.”
Brett grimaced and shook his head, continuing to take in the splendor of it. “Maybe I need someone who has a little more negotiation experience.” He said, smelling just how eager she was to get him to sign the contract.
“No!” Jenny blurted out before catching herself and calming her tone. “I mean, I’ll talk to them again and see what I can do.”
Brett looked at her for a long moment as he leaned against the large granite island in the gleaming kitchen. “Why don’t you show me just how convincing you can be.” He said, reading her face as he reached for his belt buckle then started to loosen it.







When the ‘for sale’ sign came down next door, Walt Anderson noticed its absence immediately. He’d been driving past it for over a year wondering if they’d ever find someone able to afford the eye watering price tag of the historic mansion. The days of Spring Hill, their small gated community, attracting new affluent residents had waned since a newer, more exclusive community on the other side of the city sprang up. They still had all the trappings of an exclusive enclave nearby. Fine dining, boutique shopping and country clubs for the well heeled but it was known as a haven for old money and lacked the flash that attracted the newly wealthy that tended to be significantly younger.
It wasn’t long before word began to spread around town that it was, in fact, Brett Walsh that had purchased the home. When the blockbuster trade was announced in the offseason, bringing the ace pitcher over from the Yankees, the numbers were eye popping and threw the baseball world into chaos. Walt, an avid baseball fan saw the trade as the catalyst that might finally deliver his favorite team from mediocrity. The thought of a star athlete of his caliber living next door was almost more than he could handle.
“Do you know who’s moving in next door? Brett Walsh!” Walt called out excitedly to his wife after hanging up the phone with one of his other neighbors.






Weeks later Jenny was greeting Brett in the driveway with a vintage bottle of wine when he pulled into driving his brand new Lamborghini.
“Congratulations!” She called out as he stepped out of the car that was barely large enough to accommodate his 6’3 frame. “The decorators just left and I oversaw everything to make sure it’s just right.”
Brett noticed the short skirt and low cut blouse she was wearing and assumed she wasn’t wearing it because of the heat. “Great, let’s take a look at how the bedroom came together.” Brett said with a grin before leading her into the house.





“Honey, come on. He’s here! Let’s go introduce ourselves!” Walt said excitedly as he peered out the window.
He’d been watching the activity next door with rapt attention, waiting for signs of Brett moving in. It was out of character for man of his status to be this excited about meeting someone. At 62 and having run an incredibly successful equity investment firm he’d met his share of notable people. This, however was something else entirely.
Standing eagerly by the front door he waited for his wife to come down so that could go meet their new neighbor.
The trade from the Yankees had come as a surprise to him but he understood the business side of it. With an already expensive roster, they could hardly afford the salary he could now command. This left a trade their only viable option.
Touring potential neighborhoods in his new city with his realtor he wasn’t at all impressed with Spring Hill. It lacked the nearby nightlife he’d grown accustomed to in New York but the lavish mansion allowed him to overlook all that. The legging clad neighbor with a body built for sin that he’d seen in her driveway sweetened the pot as well.
“This is absolutely the place for you.” Jenny said as she walked Brett through the house dreaming of the commission she’d receive for the sale.
She’d been struggling in the lower end markets for her entire career and a sale like this would put her on the map and open up an entirely new class of clients for her.
“Yeah, It’s nice.” Brett said, downplaying his enthusiasm for the place. “You sure 7 million is the lowest they’ll go?”
“Yes, I’ve been assured that’s the lowest they’d go.”
Brett grimaced and shook his head, continuing to take in the splendor of it. “Maybe I need someone who has a little more negotiation experience.” He said, smelling just how eager she was to get him to sign the contract.
“No!” Jenny blurted out before catching herself and calming her tone. “I mean, I’ll talk to them again and see what I can do.”
Brett looked at her for a long moment as he leaned against the large granite island in the gleaming kitchen. “Why don’t you show me just how convincing you can be.” He said, reading her face as he reached for his belt buckle then started to loosen it.







When the ‘for sale’ sign came down next door, Walt Anderson noticed its absence immediately. He’d been driving past it for over a year wondering if they’d ever find someone able to afford the eye watering price tag of the historic mansion. The days of Spring Hill, their small gated community, attracting new affluent residents had waned since a newer, more exclusive community on the other side of the city sprang up. They still had all the trappings of an exclusive enclave nearby. Fine dining, boutique shopping and country clubs for the well heeled but it was known as a haven for old money and lacked the flash that attracted the newly wealthy that tended to be significantly younger.
It wasn’t long before word began to spread around town that it was, in fact, Brett Walsh that had purchased the home. When the blockbuster trade was announced in the offseason, bringing the ace pitcher over from the Yankees, the numbers were eye popping and threw the baseball world into chaos. Walt, an avid baseball fan saw the trade as the catalyst that might finally deliver his favorite team from mediocrity. The thought of a star athlete of his caliber living next door was almost more than he could handle.
“Do you know who’s moving in next door? Brett Walsh!” Walt called out excitedly to his wife after hanging up the phone with one of his other neighbors.






Weeks later Jenny was greeting Brett in the driveway with a vintage bottle of wine when he pulled into driving his brand new Lamborghini.
“Congratulations!” She called out as he stepped out of the car that was barely large enough to accommodate his 6’3 frame. “The decorators just left and I oversaw everything to make sure it’s just right.”
Brett noticed the short skirt and low cut blouse she was wearing and assumed she wasn’t wearing it because of the heat. “Great, let’s take a look at how the bedroom came together.” Brett said with a grin before leading her into the house.





“Honey, come on. He’s here! Let’s go introduce ourselves!” Walt said excitedly as he peered out the window.
He’d been watching the activity next door with rapt attention, waiting for signs of Brett moving in. It was out of character for man of his status to be this excited about meeting someone. At 62 and having run an incredibly successful equity investment firm he’d met his share of notable people. This, however was something else entirely.
Standing eagerly by the front door he waited for his wife to come down so that could go meet their new neighbor.