“Which is why I called. To give you a heads-up that someone is spying on you, maybe even on Robert if he’s still there.”
Harlow thanked her for the warning and ended the call. She started to set it down when it rang again. Thinking Janice forgot to tell her something, she promptly tapped the answer button.
“Harlow?”
“Yes.”
“It’s Allie Zehnder.”
“Oh, hey, Allie.”
“I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”
“Not at all. What’s up?”
“I have some good news. The original buyer for Lighthouse Lane has backed out of the deal.”
Harlow’s heart skipped a beat. “They did?”
“Yes. The sellers have accepted your backup cash offer.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. I just found out.”
“Thank you, Allie.” Harlow whooped loudly. “This is fantastic news!”
“I thought you might be happy.”
“Happy? More like over the moon.”
“I’ll need the earnest money deposit within twenty-four hours, along with proof of funds.” Allie offered to meet Harlow at the property to pick up the check to which she promptly accepted and promised to be there shortly.
Making quick work of freshening up. Harlow tracked down her checkbook, wrote out the check and made a beeline for the door.
She hopped on her bike and took off. Pedaling as fast as she dared on the icy road, she cruised along the lakeshore and around the bend. Lighthouse Lane appeared. A flutter of excitement bubbled up inside her.
Harlow turned onto the driveway, dodging the drifting snow. She reached the door and parked off to the side. Front and center was the million-dollar view of Lake Huron and the Mighty Mac off in the distance.
The faint roar of an engine echoed and grew louder. A red snowmobile with a lone rider sped down the driveway, coming to a quick stop a few feet from where Harlow stood.
Allie cut the engine and slid off. “You beat me.”
“I left as soon as I wrote out the check.”
“Let’s go inside.” The agent removed the keys from the lockbox and unlocked the door.
A whoosh of warm air greeted them, mingled with the fragrant aroma of cedar and something else…a hint of pine.
“It smells like Michigan,” Harlow said.
“Cedar, pine and forced air,” Allie quipped. “You’re buying one of the best views on the island.”
“I am.” Harlow removed her boots and waltzed into the living room. Almost instantaneously, she felt a sense of calm. Robert and Cheyenne no longer bothered her. The reporter and being spied on were merely a nuisance.
Allie trailed behind, studying Harlow’s face. “You have the look.”
“What look?”
