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“I live here.”

“Of course.”

Leo pointed at the laptop. “What are these?”

“Comments.”

There were hundreds of them.

Nate moved one finger over the flat pad below the keys, and the words shifted upward.

Leo leaned closer.

@oldhouseaddict: THAT STAIRCASE. It’s begging for someone to glide down in a stunning dress.

@reecescup: This place is going to be incredible. I’m already obsessed.

@edithmakes: The turret! The windows! The woodwork! This house deserves someone who knows what they’re doing.

Leo read that one twice.

“This person,” he said, “has excellent judgment.”

Nate looked at the screen. “Edith?”

“She understands the property.”

“She thinks I know what I’m doing.”

“Nobody is right about everything.”

Nate made a quiet sound that might have been a laugh and scrolled again.

Leo read every comment he could catch.

Somebody wanted Nate to strip the paint off the staircase.

But why?

Somebody else wanted him to paint it white.

“Absolutely not.”

Nate stopped scrolling. “What?”

“That one. The person who wants the stairs painted white. Remove them.”

“I’m not deleting somebody because they like white paint.”

“They want you to ruin the staircase.”

“They’re allowed to be wrong.”

“Says who?”

Nate scrolled past before Leo could memorize the offender’s name.

Another person wanted the turret turned into a reading room. Leo approved. Someone suggested knocking through the wall between the dining room and sitting room.