Page 35 of Playing for Keeps
“You’re not coming?”
“Uh… no. That’s not really how it works. Realtors don’t usually tag along to a listing another agent is handling.”
“Oh. Got it.” He pauses. “Well, thanks for setting it up.”
“Of course. Call me later and let me know what you think?”
“I will. Talk soon.”
“Bye, Wyatt.”
I end the call and let out a groan. There’s no way Isobel won’t try to convince him she’s a better fit as his agent. She probably thinks she is. She’s got years of experience on me. Before I can spiral too far, my phone rings again. It’s Wyatt.
“Hey, everything okay?” I answer.
“Yeah, I was just thinking… if you can’t come as my realtor, would you come as my friend? I don’t think anyone should make a big decision like this completely on their own.”
“You’re sure? You don’t want one of your brothers or someone from your family instead?”
“I’m sure,” he says. “But if you’d rather not–”
“No, I’ll come,” I cut in quickly.
“Thanks, Ivy. I’ll swing by around two-forty. That work?”
“I’ll be ready.”
“See you then.”
He hangs up, and I lean back in my chair. Isobel’s not going to love that I’m tagging along, but she’ll just have to deal with it if she wants to close the sale.
Wyatt
I pull into Ivy’s driveway just before two-forty, but before I can even shut off the engine, she comes flying down the porch steps.
It’s the first time I’ve seen her since Saturday night. I didn’t have a reason to text or call, so seeing her name pop up on my phone earlier was a welcome surprise. She walks toward the car with a bright smile, and my eyes flick briefly to her jean shorts, showing off those long, tanned legs. Even dressed down in a tank and with her hair tied up, she looks effortlessly incredible, like she always does.
She opens the door and slides into the passenger seat.
“Hey, thanks for coming with me,” I say, watching as she buckles her seatbelt.
She waves it off with a grin. “I’m actually pretty excited to see it.”
I grin back. “Me too.”
“This isn’t your car, right?” she asks, looking around.
“Mine’s in the shop. It’s my dad’s.”
She nods as I pull off the driveway. “Just a heads-up, Isobel might be a little weird when I show up with you,” I warn him.
He glances over, brows pulling together. “Why’s that?”
“Well… technically, I’m her competition. Not that I’m any real threat, but I used to work for her, and I think me starting my own business in her territory still rubs her the wrong way.”
I glance over at her, frowning. “Well, she’d better keep it professional, because I’m not about to let her be rude to you.” Ivy lets out a laugh, but I mean it. “Seriously. You’re doing me a favor by coming today. There’s no way I’m putting up with anyone treating you like crap for it.”
She looks over, surprised, and I just shrug like it’s no big deal. But it is. She deserves respect.
