The words didn’t compute at first. She blinked, trying to process. “Wait, what?”

He cleared his throat, and his gaze shifted away.

“Is this about me buying that farmhouse before showing it to clients? Because I paid full price. I didn’t even negotiate. The seller got what they wanted.”

“No, it’s not that.” He sat back in his chair and twisted his wedding band around his finger, round and round and round. “Sam Caldone came in here yesterday afternoon and informed me of, uh, certain improprieties that happened during his home-buying process.”

A cold feeling crept through her. “Sam Caldone.”

“Yes.” Roger grabbed a yellow legal pad and flipped through a few pages. “He informed me that during the purchase of his ranch, you were acting as the seller’s agent. Is that correct?”

Kincaid could already feel the train coming, felt the rumble in the tracks. “I was.”

Roger shifted in his seat, still staring at his notes. “He also informed me that during this sale, you offered to get him a bigger discount on the price if he would, uh…” Roger flushed red from his collar up to his wide forehead. “If he would”—he cleared his throat again—“I’m quoting here. If he would ‘rock your world in bed.’”

Kincaid wished a trapdoor would open up in the floor so she could fall through it. Shame burned through her—shame and ugly, livid anger. Her hands trembled with the rush of emotion. She flexed her fingers, trying to center herself and stay calm. “Roger,” she said, voice steadier than she was feeling. “I’m sorry you had to deal with him, but I can assure you that nothing happened during the sale. I would never compromise my client’s needs for something personal like that. And I absolutely did not offer a discount or anything else in exchange for sex. That’s ludicrous.”

Roger’s gaze flicked upward, a hint of relief there. “So you’re saying you didn’t sleep with him?”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “I’m saying I didn’t sleep with him until after all papers had been signed and the sale had gone through. I got the sellers the best price and acted in their best interest. The incident with Sam was after all was said and done. And I regret that it happened, but the only reason he’s coming in here now is because I saw him out at a bar recently and turned him down for a date. I hurt his ego. This is a revenge thing.”

Roger frowned, his shoulders dipping. “Do you have any proof that the incident happened after and not during?”

“Proof?” She made a sound of disbelief. “What exactly would that look like? We were at his house. No one else was there when it happened. But I’m telling you, hand to God, it was after the sale.”

“I appreciate what you’re saying,” he said, looking weary. “But there’s no way to prove that, especially if someone well known in town like Sam starts spouting off about it to others. People will believe him.”