“No more than you.”
When Tripp glanced at his brother, he nodded in Wendy’s direction.
“We’re just crazy over different things. You’re crazy for a girl. I’m crazy for a dream.”
A dream.
Tripp could relate to that. With a sigh, he clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Good luck.”
Brent’s surprise had been expected but he didn’t breathe a word.
“You’re gonna need it,” Tripp chuckled.
“So do you!” Brent called out when Tripp wandered off.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Wendy lether fingers trace the filigree that had been carved into the headboard of an old bed. It was beautiful but far too big for her to showcase in her shop. She didn’t have enough storage either. If she knew of a buyer, she would contact them. Unfortunately, this piece simply wasn’t meant for her.
She lifted her eyes to the other side of the room where Tripp was examining a dresser that looked like it belonged with the bed. He must have felt her attention on him and he found her gaze.
Looking away, Wendy feigned nonchalance, but it was too late. He’d already caught her staring.
Dang it!
The guy was making her second guess everything she knew about him. The way he asked her questions and listened intently to her answers. The way he seemed to have a vested interest in her dreams.
He’d asked her about her writing again, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t feel put on the spot. Strange as it was, she enjoyed speaking to him about it. They brainstormed ideas forwhy she had such a bad roadblock and then their conversation had shifted to something else.
“What do you think they used this for?”
She glanced in Tripp’s direction, and he held up a masquerade mask with a cocked brow. Wendy smirked. “I’m sure you can figure it out. Use your imagination.”
“Oh, you don’t want me using that. It’s a weapon of mass destruction.”
Her eyes darted from his face to the mask in his hand and she blushed. Nope she wasn’t even going to go there.
Tripp’s laughter only made her blush worse. And she had to move past him to head to another part of the house.
The people who had inherited everything in this home had set everything out that they wanted to sell and they were letting people wander through the rooms to take a look at everything. Not one surface was empty. From what she could tell based on the listing she’d found, the kitchen and the office were the two places that had the most. They’d already wandered through the former and she had yet to find the latter.
The heat from Tripp’s gaze burned into the side of her face and she inched around him so she didn’t have to touch him. That could be disastrous based on the things she was currently experiencing.
Her whole body felt overheated. She couldn’t wait to get out in the open air, though that probably wouldn’t help matters considering it was on the warmer side today.
Tripp’s footsteps followed her from the room and down the hall to the next door. She stopped short in the doorway and Tripp bumped into her.
He grunted an apology then peered over her shoulder.
How was it possible?
This was the second sale where the owners had an old but usable typewriter. This one had been cherished more than the last one she’d seen based on the pristine condition. It was simply beautiful, and the teal color made it seem more modern than it likely was. Beside it on the desk was a box of supplies. Based on what she saw on top, there were enough inked ribbons to last for a couple of years at least.
“Stop staring and go check it out.” Tripp’s hot whisper tickled the hairs on the back of her neck.
Wendy stiffened, having completely forgotten that she wasn’t alone. It hadn’t seemed possible but when she’d seen the typewriter, it had practically called to her. She took a step into the room, sensing Tripp’s presence more now that he seemed to have a similar interest in the typewriter.
She didn’t dare touch it—like it’d have the power to electrocute her or something ridiculous like that. “It’s… beautiful,” she whispered. “I saw something similar at that other estate sale we went to, but I couldn’t afford it.”
