for ten years.”
“You’d be correct on that.”
“I don’t know how to drive a truck and trailer though, so I wouldn’t ever
be able to go alone. I don’t think I’d be brave enough to do that, but if, uh,
Kiera ever needed help, I’d be more than willing to lend a hand.”
“Good. I’ll remember that. We’ll get you trained at the store first, so you
know what sells well, what to look for, how much things are worth, and
then you can have a go in the field.”
“Are you serious?” Romi gaped.
“Of course. Serious as the dead. Wait, is that how that goes?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
“I’ll run the idea past Kiera when she’s back here next week. I’m sure
she’ll be thrilled to have the extra help.” The way Wynn said thrilled
actually made it sound like Kiera might be less than thrilled to accept her
help.
He continued to stare at her, almost in question, or like he was
challenging her or something. She couldn’t figure it out. It was a strange
look. Instead of trying to decode that, she just smiled and ducked back to
the giant box at her feet. Carrying it up the stairs had been no small
challenge. She dug around and produced a cat. She unwrapped it and set it
aside. She had seen a few cats. She’d put them all together, like the owls
that Wynn was working on.
While she worked, unpacking, unwrapping, and placing objects on the
shelves lining the walls—Wynn had informed her that they were going to
be putting out some new free standing shelves and some new furniture
pieces that could also be decorated—she thought about Kiera Winson.
The woman was maddeningly beautiful. She wasn’t that typical kind of
Hollywood beauty, or even that overly feminine beauty that you couldn’t
help but stare at, but she was definitely gorgeous in her own right. She had
an athletic build. She was tall, probably around five foot nine. She’d been