dress so bright it made his teeth ache. Suspiciously red hair piled on top of her head in a neon-colored clip.
She shook her head slowly, eyes narrowing. âDanny Ramos. You must be desperate if youâre coming to us. What dump are you trying to sell this time?â
Time to do a little tap dancing, although Gracie didnât respond well to bullshit as a rule. Hell, Gracie didnât respond well to
anything
as a rule, particularly not anything related to him.
âGracie, you wound me.â He managed to keep the smile in place as he placed his hand over his heart. âI yield to no one in my admiration of the districtâs history. I just need a little information about one particular place. Background history, you understand, just to whet the customerâs appetite a little.â
She sighed, sticking her pencil into her topknot. âI guess itâs too much to ask that you might be interested in local history for any reason other than money.â
âAh, Gracie.â He grinned for real this time. âYou know this is all just an excuse to see you.â
He watched her cheeks turn slightly pink while she fought the urge to grin back. âYouâre totally full of it, Ramos. What house are you talking about, anyway?â
âThe Steadman place, and the carriage house out back.â
Gracieâs forehead crinkled. âBeatrice Steadman? She didnât build it, you know. But Iâm not sure who did. Itâs not what youâd call a distinguished house, architecturally speaking.â
âDid you ever hear any other name associated with the place, like the Steves House or the Ike West?â
She shook her head. âNot that I recall. Mrs. Steadman lived there for over forty years. She was one of the first people to move into the district and renovate. But the house never got included on the historic homes tour or anything. I donât think Iâve ever been inside it, to tell you the truth. She never showed it to anyone as far as I know.â
âIâve got the name of the original owner, but apparently he didnât ever live there. Would you have the records of the other owners here from before Mrs. Steadman moved in?â
âWe have lots of materials here about the districtânewspapers, journals, diaries, books. Even some personal papers from some of the original owners.â Gracie narrowed her eyes. âAs you should well know by now.â
âSo I could find the names of the owners here?â He reached into Gracieâs candy dish, ignoring her frown, and popped a jelly bean into his mouth. It tasted like dusty root beer but he managed not to gag.
She shook her head. âNo. If you want a complete list of the owners of that particular house, youâll need to go to the county courthouse.â
Danny frowned, thinking. It wasnât his job to research previous ownersâhe typically left that to his assistant. How much information did Biddy already have? She knew the name of the builder, the first owner. She might have some of the other owners, too. But getting the list from her would mean admitting he wanted to know the details of the houseâs history, and she was already a little too interested in what went on there for his peace of mind. âThe county courthouse?â
Gracie gave him a dry look. âThatâs where they keep the deed registry. I thought you sold real estate for a living. Didnât you finish all that required coursework?â
He shrugged. âI try to stay out of the actual records, Gracie. I just want the stories that go along with the houses.â
âGod knows youâre good at that part of it, at least.â
Danny grinned again. Gracie might be a pain in the ass, but at least she didnât make him feel like a nutcase. âIf I had a list of owners, could I look them up in your collection?â
âSure.â She leaned back in her chair. âMost of the