The way he said it sent shivers down her spine, as if she’d just accused him of the worst thing possible. “W-w-well, you have a nice house, one of the biggest on the hill.”
At last his expression eased, though it didn’t return to the pleasant conviviality of moments before. “I suppose it would seem big to you.”
The words cut deeply. Yes, she was poor, and he was rich, but he didn’t need to be rude about it.
“It was meant as a compliment. I counted seven bedrooms, two parlors, a formal dining room, this large kitchen and two washrooms. You even have running water.”
After a moment, he apologized. “I appreciate your powers of observation and your curiosity.” He took a deep breath. “I’m afraid I’m not accustomed to personal questions.”
“I won’t do it again,” she said, fingering the handkerchief.
His mouth quirked up at one corner, making him look younger and even a bit mischievous. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Anna fought an answering grin. “I’ll try not to pry.”
His laughter rumbled with surprising warmth. “Stay curious. If not for curiosity, Mr. Carter would never have found King Tutankhamun’s tomb.”
A thrill ran through her. Brandon had just compared her to Howard Carter. Maybe he would help her follow in the man’s footsteps.
“I want to do that, to find a lost tomb like he did,” she gushed, the words coming out so quickly that they jumbled together.
He smiled, and a dimple appeared in his chin. “Maybe someday you will.”
Anna caught her breath. He’d practically promised to help her.
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