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walk all the way. He'd only been thinking about how nice a walk through town would be.
"Honestly, I'm fine. The doctor I saw gave me some great advice, and I feel as good as new now."
"That's good to hear, but don't be afraid to say if—"
"Nope." She let go of his hand and ran on ahead.
"Hey! You don't even know where we're going."
Lana stopped, and Brayden nearly crashed into her. "Good point. Lead the way."
"I see where Nolan and Ryder get their energy."
"Right. Those two are crazy. I love them, but it's true."
"They're just boys." He took her hand again. "We take a left the next block up."
"I can't wait to see the house that started the whole town. The answer to the mystery has to be there, don't you think?"
"If the answer isn't long gone. Maybe some things are better left unknown."
"Nonsense. I've heard of centuries-old mysteries being solved. Archaeologists recently discovered how one of the pharaohs was killed. Some random artifact led them to another, and then another, until they had their answer. If the mighty Egyptians can't hide their secrets, then neither can some greedy pioneer."
Brayden couldn't deny that she had a point. He loved her optimism and determination—he needed more of that in his life.
He had a feeling she was going to lead him into trouble, but he didn't care.
Ten
Lana pulled Brayden into another room of the museum. "Come on. I bet this will be the one. We're going to find the clue we need." She looked around the dining room, filled with articles from a time long gone. "Where do you think it is?"
"Let's look around. Want to make it interesting?"
She stopped. "How?"
"Whoever doesn't find it has to pack lunch when we go on our expedition."
"Aren't you competitive? That's good, because so am I. You're on." Lana darted to a different part of the room, paying close attention to anything that could possibly hold a clue. She didn't know what, but with any luck, she'd know when she saw it. So far, they had only seen interesting artifacts from a rich family of another era.
Many things had piqued her interest. She had always had a love and curiosity for history, but it was something she hadn't thought about in ages. In fact, Lana couldn't even remember the last time she went to a museum—at least not for enjoyment. They had gone to several to look at the building structure for school, but there had been no time to stop and ponder the history held within the walls.
Lana crept along, getting lost in the silverware behind glass when she bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry." She stepped back to see a wax figure of a servant. She looked around, hoping no one had seen her, but Brayden stared at her, obviously trying to hold in a laugh.
"Are you amused?" Lana asked, pretending not to be embarrassed. She wanted to crawl under the table and stay there forever. Instead, she said, "You know what? Politeness is a lost art, and besides, I'm sure this nice lady hasn't had someone to talk to in years. I did a good deed."
He laughed and Lana's face burned. "You should be grateful you're so lucky to be on a date with someone with such good manners." Ugh. That was the most awkward sentence ever. She was not helping anything. "You keep laughing. I'm going to look for my clue. Maybe the servant will even help me."
Brayden looked up, rubbing tears from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I don't want to laugh at you, but you're hilarious. I don't think any less of you—you're adorable."
Adorable? She liked the sounds of that. "Thanks, but I'm not going to let you win."
He shook his head. "I wouldn't expect that." Brayden turned around, but Lana could still hear him trying to catch his breath.
She continued looking at the artifacts, careful to avoid people—real and fake—but she wished she knew what exactly she was looking for. People had probably already scoured the house-turned-museum for clues if the history was as interesting as Brayden made it sound.
"Find anything?" she asked, standing next to him.
He
"Honestly, I'm fine. The doctor I saw gave me some great advice, and I feel as good as new now."
"That's good to hear, but don't be afraid to say if—"
"Nope." She let go of his hand and ran on ahead.
"Hey! You don't even know where we're going."
Lana stopped, and Brayden nearly crashed into her. "Good point. Lead the way."
"I see where Nolan and Ryder get their energy."
"Right. Those two are crazy. I love them, but it's true."
"They're just boys." He took her hand again. "We take a left the next block up."
"I can't wait to see the house that started the whole town. The answer to the mystery has to be there, don't you think?"
"If the answer isn't long gone. Maybe some things are better left unknown."
"Nonsense. I've heard of centuries-old mysteries being solved. Archaeologists recently discovered how one of the pharaohs was killed. Some random artifact led them to another, and then another, until they had their answer. If the mighty Egyptians can't hide their secrets, then neither can some greedy pioneer."
Brayden couldn't deny that she had a point. He loved her optimism and determination—he needed more of that in his life.
He had a feeling she was going to lead him into trouble, but he didn't care.
Ten
Lana pulled Brayden into another room of the museum. "Come on. I bet this will be the one. We're going to find the clue we need." She looked around the dining room, filled with articles from a time long gone. "Where do you think it is?"
"Let's look around. Want to make it interesting?"
She stopped. "How?"
"Whoever doesn't find it has to pack lunch when we go on our expedition."
"Aren't you competitive? That's good, because so am I. You're on." Lana darted to a different part of the room, paying close attention to anything that could possibly hold a clue. She didn't know what, but with any luck, she'd know when she saw it. So far, they had only seen interesting artifacts from a rich family of another era.
Many things had piqued her interest. She had always had a love and curiosity for history, but it was something she hadn't thought about in ages. In fact, Lana couldn't even remember the last time she went to a museum—at least not for enjoyment. They had gone to several to look at the building structure for school, but there had been no time to stop and ponder the history held within the walls.
Lana crept along, getting lost in the silverware behind glass when she bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry." She stepped back to see a wax figure of a servant. She looked around, hoping no one had seen her, but Brayden stared at her, obviously trying to hold in a laugh.
"Are you amused?" Lana asked, pretending not to be embarrassed. She wanted to crawl under the table and stay there forever. Instead, she said, "You know what? Politeness is a lost art, and besides, I'm sure this nice lady hasn't had someone to talk to in years. I did a good deed."
He laughed and Lana's face burned. "You should be grateful you're so lucky to be on a date with someone with such good manners." Ugh. That was the most awkward sentence ever. She was not helping anything. "You keep laughing. I'm going to look for my clue. Maybe the servant will even help me."
Brayden looked up, rubbing tears from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I don't want to laugh at you, but you're hilarious. I don't think any less of you—you're adorable."
Adorable? She liked the sounds of that. "Thanks, but I'm not going to let you win."
He shook his head. "I wouldn't expect that." Brayden turned around, but Lana could still hear him trying to catch his breath.
She continued looking at the artifacts, careful to avoid people—real and fake—but she wished she knew what exactly she was looking for. People had probably already scoured the house-turned-museum for clues if the history was as interesting as Brayden made it sound.
"Find anything?" she asked, standing next to him.
He
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