“Of course.” He touched his forehead to hers. “I’ll bring snacks.”

She laughed and nipped at his lip. “Smart man.”

* * *

Kincaid pulled into the parking lot of Postman Realty, and her phone rang before she could shut off her car. She groaned when Bethany’s name lit the screen. Ever since she’d bought the farmhouse before Bethany could put in a bid, Kincaid had been feeling like a terrible agent. She’d told Bethany the farmhouse wasn’t a good fit. A flat-out lie. Even if she didn’t like the woman very much, she’d always taken pride in being good at her job. Her role was to find the best home for her clients, not to jump in and snatch a house up before her client had a chance. She now was doubly determined to find Bethany the perfect home, but that didn’t mean she wanted to talk to the woman right this moment.

Still, she had a job to do. “Hello?”

“Oh my God, Kincaid,” Bethany said, talking fast and sounding oddly cheery. “You are such a sneaky bitch!”

“Uh…” Crap on a cracker. How the hell had Bethany found out about the farmhouse? “Pardon?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. I called the office this morning and just happened to get that cutie pie Ferris on the phone. He told me that you had been holding back the juiciest information,” she said as if she were gossiping with her best girlfriend. “Girl. Why didn’t you tell me? Your lake house is going to be perfect! It is exactly what I’m looking for. Those windows and that view.” She made a sound that was the verbal equivalent of a swoon. “And oh my God, the kitchen! I will give you whatever you’re asking for it. Do not put that thing on the open market.”

Kincaid leaned back in her seat, stunned. “My lake house? Ferris told you about my house.”

“He is the sweetest,” Bethany said, her saccharine tone more over the top than usual. “When were you going to tell me about it?”

“Well, I, uh…” Damn, damn, damn. “It’s not on the market yet because I can’t move out for at least six months. The house I’m moving into needs to be renovated, so my current one is not ready to sell. And you need to be out of your place in two months. The timing doesn’t work.”

“Girlfriend,” Bethany said with a huff. “Get yourself a temporary apartment or a rental house or something. I need this house. Now that I’ve seen pictures, I’m not going to get it out of my head. You know I can give you the money you want for it. I’ll even pay a little extra to get you to move quick. Plus, if you sell it directly to me, you won’t have to go through that aggravation of having buyers tromp all over your house. It’s the perfect solution.”

Kincaid pinched the bridge of her nose. What in the hell was Ferris thinking? And how did he even get pictures? Did he use personal ones from when he’d come to her house for dinner parties? He knew she wasn’t ready to sell it yet. She needed a place to live. “Bethany, I’m so sorry, but I’m late for a meeting with my broker, and I’m going to have to call you back on this. My timeline is six months so I’m not sure we can make that work and—”