Page 43 of Bitten By Desire
“Yes, really. I’m not a secret millionaire like you.”
She laughed. “I’m not a millionaire. I’m just good at investing. You should talk to someone about that when you’re at the bank tomorrow. Everyone who works there is so good at what they do.”
Okay.“Either way…this is a waste of time.”
“Well, let’s at least go see the other places I picked out. This was on the higher end. But the next one might be just right.”
I followed her out the door we’d just come from and down the sidewalk. We made a turn and came to almost the exact same house. But it looked a little smaller. Maybe? “This house is the same.”
“No it’s not,” Zoey said. “It has one less bathroom. I feel like that’s manageable though. And you can always build on later because the yard is huge.”
“How much is it?”
“Like…$50,000 less than the last one.”
“Zoey! I can’t afford to live in this town.”
“Then maybe you should just move in with a certain someone.” She beamed at me.
“Are you talking about you or Bennett?”
“Bennett. But my offer still stands.”
“I barely know him.”
“That’s not how it looked on the Ferris wheel last night.”
“Hey!” I lightly shoved her shoulder and she laughed.
“I can already picture your wedding.”
I rolled my eyes. It was one date. Kind of two. Or zero according to Bennett since Zoey had tagged along on all our dates so far. “I’m not getting married anytime soon. Just like I can’t afford this house anytime soon.”
“I’m sorry. Every house I found was about this price. But we should still go look at them. It’s so fun house shopping.”
“Is it though?”
“Of course it is! Come on, there’s an older house right off Main Street that I just know you’ll get inspiration from. I think it’s one of the first houses that was erected here.”
That did sound better to me. But there was no reason to get my hopes up, because there was a zero percent chance that I could afford it.
Main Street was just as crowded as it was last night too. The Fall Festival decorations were still up and everyone seemed in good spirits despite the fact that there was a murderer on the loose. How was I the only one upset about this?
“It could be any one of these people who did it,” I said.
“Stop it. Next you’ll say they’re all vampires.”
“Do vampires usually travel in packs?”
“This way,” Zoey said, ignoring me as she turned down a side street.
A raindrop fell on the tip of my nose. I looked up. “Zoey, it’s about to storm. We should head back.”
“No, you’re going to love this one. We’re almost there.”
More raindrops fell as we quickened our pace.
We turned down one more side street and there was an old Victorian-style house with a for sale sign out front. It was one of the only houses I’d seen that didn’t have a white picket fence. The house looked like it was built in the 1800s, but the fresh coat of white paint made it look like it was still in good shape.
