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She was halfway to Valentine when Hart called with news.
“Got our buyer,” he said.
“Did we get asking?” she asked quickly.
“There was a bit of a bidding war. Those Airbnb types can be so aggressive. Ended up getting about twenty over. Twenty-two, actually.”
“Twenty-two thousand dollars over our new asking price?” she squeaked. “Is it official?”
“Will be, in an hour or so.”
“Wow, Hart! You did it!”
“Yep. Did you check out that house in Valentine yet?”
“I’m meeting Skip there in a few minutes.”
“Keep me informed,” he requested. “And don’t tell Skip we just made a bunch of money. He’s a decent guy, but he’s gotta make a living like anyone else.”
“I won’t,” she promised.
After they hung up, she felt the excitement fade. It was certainly good news that they would recoup their investment and turn a profit, but she was aware of a small pang of grief as well.
Why had she so stupidly set her heart on Jesse buying that place, and why did selling it to an Airbnb investor feel like another nail in the coffin of her love life? None of it was logical.
“I’m probably just ovulating,” she told Greer. “Dad said Jesse needs time, and I have plenty of time. Everything will be okay, do you hear me?”