“This house
may not have a history of magic, but I’d bet it’s magical. You’re going to put
an offer in. Right?”
“As I said
before, it may be completely out of my price range.”
“I have a
feeling the house has been waiting for you.” Gwen flung her hand to her
mouth, her face flushed, and her gaze swiveled to him. “I don’t know what
made me say that.”
Looking
thoughtful, he grinned. “Since the day I stumbled upon Pepper’s secret —
then discovered that you and I share the gift or curse of gypsy blood, things
have been different—” Pausing, he shoved his hand in his jean’s pocket and
jingled the change in his pocket. “I’ve been different. It’s as if knowing
magic exists awakened something in me.”
“Join the
club. Years ago my best friend Pepper made a believer out of me. In fact, there
were times I wished—never mind. Whether it was my outlook or as you said magic
awakened. But to be fair, I’ve always had what I called a sixth sense with
animals, attuned to their feelings, almost their thoughts, fears, that kind of
thing. Pepper called it my talent. But as we became close, I noticed other
abilities… you’ll think I’m crazy.”
“Try
me.” He moved closer to her and the front door banged open. Quickly he
rushed to the top of the stairs.