“Because I had my heart set on buying the property. Granted, it needs work, but it would be perfect for me. The perfect size, the perfect location. What do you think the chances are of the other contract falling through?”
“I can’t give you specifics,” Allie said. “Although I can tell you there are several contingencies. However, the potential buyer has put up a rather large earnest money deposit, a sign they’re serious.”
“Contingencies such as financing, inspections, stuff like that?” Aunt Birdie asked.
“Because of client confidentiality, I’m unable to get into specifics. Of course, deals you think are a sure thing fall apart while others breeze right through.”
“I understand. The list price is just under a million dollars.”
“Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars,” Allie said. “It’s a bargain.”
“Considering the view, being lakefront property with acreage and no neighbors close by, yes.”
“It doesn’t have a garage,” her aunt said. “Harlow will need a place to store her stuff.”
“Which could easily be remedied,” Allie said. “I’m sure you’ve heard the saying: location, location, location.”
“I don’t think a million is unreasonable.” Harlow rubbed her palms together. “Tack on a couple hundred thousand to remodel and add a garage and I’ll have a fabulous piece of real estate.”
“Do you have your financing in order? A strong offer would include a bank pre-approval.”
“I’m paying cash.”
Allie blinked rapidly. “Cash?”
“Is that a problem?”
“N-no,” she stammered. “Of course not. I sure do wish we could’ve gotten your offer in front of the sellers first. I’ll eventually need proof of funds, showing you have the money available if your offer ends up being accepted.”
“I’ll have no problem getting a bank statement to you. I would like an inspection along with a copy of the current survey, if possible,” Harlow said. “So I know what I’m getting myself into.”
“Absolutely.” Allie pulled a notepad from her bag and began writing. “All reasonable requests. Do you have a timeframe for closing?”
“The sooner, the better.”
“You’re making this too easy.” Allie continued writing. She asked Harlow several more pertinent questions before finishing. “I have everything I need to write your offer.”
“When will you send it over?”
“Hopefully later today.” She gathered up the loose papers and placed them inside her bag. “The local tourist companies will be disappointed if you don’t get Lighthouse Lane.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s become somewhat of a tourist attraction. Word spread like wildfire you were interested, and now everyone wants to see the Harlow Wynn place.”
Aunt Birdie grimaced. “Which means you might also need to factor in adding a privacy fence and other security features.”
“Already in the plans, no matter where I end up,” Harlow said. “I’ll need privacy from prying eyes, nosy neighbors and ruthless paparazzi.”
“I’ve enjoyed every single movie of yours I’ve seen,” Allie said. “A City of Glass will be out soon, and I intend to go see it.”
“I had fun with that one. I hope you enjoy it,” Harlow said.
The trio made small talk and finally Allie left.
Aunt Birdie waited until she was gone. “It looks like you might have a shot at the property if the other deal falls through.”
Harlow heaved a heavy sigh. “If only Robert hadn’t dragged his feet, this wouldn’t have happened.”
