“He said he’s walking into it for me.”
Kieran’s arms dropped to his sides. “Call me if you need me.”
“You’re a better bestie than all the restie.”
“Get out of my house. Never say that again.”
I cackled.
Out in the hall, someone was coming out of the unit across from Kieran’s. He was dressed in a suit and carrying some flyers.
“All good in the neighborhood?” I asked.
“Gentlemen,” the man said, stopping a few feet away.
I glanced around to see Kieran glowering from the doorway.
“That’s just his face.” I assured the man.
“Right. I’m Mason McVale. I represent McVale & Ivers Premiere Property Group in Buffalo. This property has been newly listed for sale, and I was just finalizing the details.”
“Well, consider my interest piqued,” I said, glancing down the hall at the front door. “This unit is for sale, you say?”
“No,” Kieran said, coming out into the hall.
The man in the suit stepped back like Kieran was a pitbull. “Ah, yes. Yes, it is.”
“Do you mind letting me have a look around?” I asked.
I mean, wasn’t I just deciding my loft was completely unacceptable for my husband and kids?
Was that fate coming to the rescue?
“You are interested in purchasing this property?” The realtor seemed surprised.
“I have to see it first.”
“Ghost,” Kieran warned.
I turned to my bestie to sing, “Won’t you be my neighbor?”
“I will literally kill you.”
I turned back to the real estate dude. “He’s a kidder.”
“That didn’t sound like a joke,” he murmured.
“Just makes it funnier, don’t you think?” I mused and stepped forward. “So you got a minute to show me around?”
“Well, yes.” He glanced back at Kieran warily.
“Don’t worry about him. I got enough money to pay cash tomorrow.”
That put the pep in his step and Kieran in the rearview. As he was unlocking the front door, I turned around to wave at Kieran.
“You can’t be serious,” he intoned.
“You’ve seen my place. Would you let Haz live there?”
