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“What?”
“We had someone put in an offer for two million dollars.”
“Two?” I reach out for Violet’s shoulder to stabilize myself. When I lowered the price to a million, I expected to barely receive anything over asking price, but to have someone offer double?
I might faint.
I can feel the real estate agent’s excitement through the phone. “Yes! I’ve asked the other buyers who are interested in the property to put in their final offers within the next hour.”
“But—”
“This is the best-case scenario.”
For him or me? Based on how much he is charging, the agent will walk away with a pretty penny once all the paperwork is done, especially if the buyers are driving up the price.
My phone vibrates with a new message from Cal.
I just heard one of the buyers mentioning how they plan on bringing the house down to the foundation and completely rebuilding it because they prefer a modern open-floor plan. Are you sure you don’t want to meet with them?
I jump up.
Hell no.I refuse to let anyone who wants to buy the house tear it down.
Violet peeks up at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Can you all watch Cami for a little bit? I need to handle something back at the house with a buyer.”
Wyatt waves me away like it’s no big deal. “We’re going to do an ice cream run in a little bit if that’s fine with you.”
“Yeah, sure. She has a set of clean clothes laid out on her bed,” I reply over my shoulder before stomping toward the main house.
Over my dead body will someone purchase the house only to tear it down. Cal and I did not go through the process of renovating the whole thing for someone to erase all the history and charm we worked so damn hard to keep.
I’d rather pick the person with the cheapest offer who might actually love the place than give it away to someone who won’t appreciate the property.
I walk into the house with every expectation of finding people roaming the property. Except when I arrive through the back door, the only person around is the real estate agent, who stands at the kitchen counter with his phone pressed against his ear and a folder with sheets spread out in front of him.
“What’s going on?” I stop to catch my breath after powerwalking over here.
He hangs up the phone with a smile. “We just received another offer.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Ugh.“So, there are four in total?”
“Correct.” His gleeful clapping grates on my nerves.
“Where are they?”
“Two had to go check out another house having a showing at the same time, but the other two are waiting in the living room for our final decision.”
“Perfect.” I walk past the real estate agent, ignoring his shouts.
I follow the long hallway toward the low murmurs of two people talking, although I can’t make out what they’re saying.
I enter the living room. “Cal? Where did the other buyer go?”
