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I stared at my brother standing by a stack of comic books he’d picked up on his latest flea market road trip.
He’d probably be the best person to talk about all this with. After all, Brad and Lucas were probably more alike than they knew.
“What’s up, my little M&M?” Brad grinned, leaning against the glass case. “I saw Lucas dropped you off. How’s that going?”
“How’s what going?”
His brows curled into exasperation. “We all see how he looks at you.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “Yeah? And how’s that?”
He propped himself off the counter and shrugged. “Just thought there might be something there, that’s all.”
“Just friends,” I assured him.
My brother studied me closely and didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty certain I’d know if we were more than friends.” My cheeks warmed as I shoved the memories of the kiss out of my head.
My brother chuckled, wiping his thumb back and forth against the stubble on his jawline. “Whatever you say.”
“What about you?” I asked. “Do you ever see yourself settling down?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Why not? If I find the right girl, I could see it.”
“But how will you know you’ve found the right one?”
“I imagine that I’ll just know.” He nodded. “There’ll be somethingdifferentabout us.”
I nodded and let out a sigh. “But until then?”
“I guess I’ll just continue to have fun.”
I grinned, glancing at my brother. He looked like the rest of us, with dark hair and green eyes, but he took after my dad when it came to temperament. He was boisterous, outgoing, and super flirty. My mom had passed down a more mystical disposition where we believed in something less obvious, some more romantic notion to guide us.
Even when it came to running the store, we all felt attachments to certain objects that would come into the store. Some of us could sense things from the prior owners or the object’s history or imagine where the object should settle in its next stage. But not Brad. He’d just go sort through stacks of comic books and dive into boxes of toy trucks and be done with it.
Of all the sisters, I’d say Audrey might have those tendencies as well. She was more of a face-value kind of gal. I sometimes envied them. It seemed simpler to just put yourself out there and not worry about the implications.
“By fun, you mean an assortment?” I teased my brother.
Brad eyed me curiously. “Are you catching feelings for someone? Is it Lucas? You never ask me about my dating life.”
“Love isn’t a virus,” I said, laughing. “I’m not catching anything, and especially not for Lucas. I know better. I think he’s only starting to raise a brow in my direction because he saw Rick and me exchanging numbers.”
“Rick, huh?” Brad chewed on his bottom lip. “Interesting.”
“No, it wasn’t like that. Rick just offered to help because of Mimi and Grandpa.”
My brother chuckled. “No, of course not. Men always love to drop everything they’re doing to help out with the elderly.”
I frowned, thinking about what he said. It wasn’t like that. Was it?
“You could have a line of men circling the store for you, and I doubt you’d notice,” he added.
I laughed, glancing around the store. “Yet, that’s not happening, is it?”
Not to mention, if they were lining up, it was clearly for date one.
