“Says the woman who actively uses three day planners,” Kincaid pointed out. “And two planning apps.”

“I know, I know. I do love a plan.” Rebecca got a brief, nerdy sparkle in her eye. “But sometimes you have to just say, Fuck the plan. You know? If I hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have Wes. Or this baby. I’d still be in my dad’s law firm, working too many hours, helping people get as much as they can from their exes. Sometimes chasing a whim pays off.” She reached out and gave Kincaid’s arm a squeeze. “We’ll help you figure this out.”

“Of course we will,” Taryn said before arching a brow. “As long as this place isn’t actually haunted, because if that’s the case, I’m O-U-T out.”

Kincaid laughed, pulled off the oven mitts, and grabbed a napkin to dab her eyes. “Not you, too. I’m friends with a bunch of chickens. Y’all should’ve seen Liv going into the house. She was ready to sacrifice me to the demons if anything popped out.”

Liv crossed her arms and shook her head, amusement there. “Have you seen The Exorcist? I’m not offering myself as host. My friendship only goes so far.”

“Liar,” Kincaid teased. “You know you’d host a demon for me.”

Liv gave her a patient look and swiped one of the biscuits from the tray. “Only because you feed me biscuits.”

Kincaid blew Liv a kiss. “You hear that, demons? Liv has offered herself as tribute.”

Liv made the sign of the cross and then flipped Kincaid the middle finger before taking a bite of biscuit.

“So,” Rebecca said, grabbing plates from the cabinet but already going into no-nonsense lawyer voice. “How long do you have with two mortgages before you’re in trouble?”

Kincaid took a deep breath as she started bringing food to the table. “A few months. The down payment and getting the farmhouse livable are going to drain my savings. I don’t doubt I can sell this place, because houses on the lake are in demand, but I’d have to get at least a corner of the farmhouse habitable first so I could move in.”

“Yeah, it’s not just about the mortgage. I saw the place. She’s gonna need all the money she can get to fix it up,” Liv said, her tone grim. “It needs a lot of work. Especially if she’s going to turn it into a B and B.”

“A B and B?” Taryn asked, looking up as she laid out napkins. “You want to leave real estate?”

Kincaid swallowed hard. Saying it out loud made it more real. “My real estate job pays the bills, but it’s not what I set out to do forever. I’ve always had this dream of running my own business. I like to cook and entertain. I love having people around and making them happy. A bed-and-breakfast could be a good fit.”

“You’d be fantastic at that,” Rebecca said without a trace of doubt. “But it will take a pretty big chunk of change. That’s more than just remodeling a house for private use. You could apply for a small-business loan, though that will just add to the debt. Are you willing to take on partners or investors?”