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“You really want to go, don’t you?”
“I’m curious.”
She nodded, flipping on her turn signal.
“It’s not too far,” she admitted, and minutes later she pointed. “This is the entrance to the area. It’s just a cluster of different roads in one area, and…”
“Do you have a favorite place?”
“Not really. I’m partial to the old-world styles and there’s so many of them, you know? I just…”
“Can we see that one?”
“People live here and…”
“It says ‘For Sale’,” he countered quickly. “Park the car, June.”
“What?!” she yelped, immediately darting into a parking spot nearby, before putting her vehicle in park and looking around.
“There’s one for sale and…”
“Ian, this is not how being a realtor works. You have to make appointments, contact people, make arrangements, and there might be a family living there. You can’t just park and go right on in.”
“Okay. So, let’s park and walk around the neighborhood for a bit.”
“You want to walk around?” she asked flatly. “I don’t get it.”
“What’s to ‘get’?” he retorted. “This area is pretty. I ate too much and would love to stroll along a historic boulevard with my sweet girl-whose-a-friend-not-girlfriend.”
He opened the door before she had a chance to say anything, and walked around to the driver’s side door, pulling on the handle.
“We’ve both said that we feel like we were from a different era, so let’s indulge. Would you do me the honor of taking a brief stroll?” And unbelievably?
Ian extended his arm, waiting.
She turned slightly, putting one patent leather pump on the brick pavers, and delicately extended her other leg, before standing up and taking his arm. She saw the pride and admiration written all over his face as his warm gaze watched her with interest.
“Shall we?”
“Sure.”
He slowly walked her down to the stop sign silently – and then crossed the brick road pointedly, walking back towards the house in the distance with the sign half hidden by a massive flowering bush in front. She started to tug at his arm and heard his laughter.
“C’mon… or I’m going to start calling you ‘Chicken’ instead of ‘Minx’,” he teased.
“Ian, this isnothow you look at houses.”
“We’re window shopping, hon…”
“Window shopping? For what?!” she screeched nervously – only to have him stop as children went riding past on bicycles, obviously in a hurry to head home.
“June Peyton,” he began with a heavy sigh, his eyes dancing. “Are you going to reach out to the realtor to see if we can view the house, or am I going to call your competitor and start peering in the windows?”
“Ian, you need your head examined.”
“Is that a ‘No’?” he asked, chuckling, and lifted an eyebrow.
“No,” she muttered and dug her phone out of her dress pocket. “I swear, you big, overgrown, pushy, bully…”
