He answered on the first ring, the sounds of a keyboard clacking in the background. “Talk to me, gorgeous. Tell me you’re going to make us both money.”
Kincaid wet her lips. “I have an offer on the farmhouse.”
“That’s fantastic. You’re an angel,” he said, the typing stopping. “Bethany’s putting in an offer?”
“No,” Kincaid said, swallowing hard. “I am. Full price if they take the offer without waiting for others.”
“You?” he asked, concern suddenly filling his voice. “Oh, sweetie, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You know how dangerous it can be to get heart eyes for a new property. Believe me, I’ve been there. That’s a lot of money you’d need to come up with. Maybe you should take some time—”
The suggestion that she didn’t have enough, that she couldn’t afford it pushed an old sore button and launched her right over the railing of the already sinking ship.
“Put in the offer,” she said, voice brooking no argument. “This isn’t about heart eyes.”
Ferris paused for a long moment but then sighed. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll do that right now.”
“Thank you, Ferris.”
She ended the call and turned to Liv, who had a horror movie expression on her face. “Girl, what are you doing?”
Kincaid swallowed, the phone call catching up with her and a full panic rolling through her. “I think I just bought myself a bed-and-breakfast.”
One she hadn’t planned on.
One she couldn’t afford.
One she simply could not walk away from.