Maggie stared at the ladder leading to the attic. She could probably climb up it easily enough. That wouldn’t require her to look down. And it did seem sturdy enough since Erica made it up without a problem. But once she needed to leave… Shit. No one knew of her fear and she’d like to keep it that way. Somehow she didn’t think that was possible any longer. She swiped the sweat from her brow.
Erica poked her head down the opening. “You coming up?”
“Yeah, sure.” Maggie offered a smile, yet she was far from happy. She could do this. If only Dean was up there giving her a reason to climb, but he’d left to find a better light and had come down before she’d had a chance to go up. She took a deep breath and stared at the rungs as she climbed up the steps into the dimly lit space.
“I can’t believe you didn’t know about the attic.” Erica blew the dust off a box. “Ugh.”
When Dean had called about the attic, Maggie had thought he’d lost his mind. Grandma never mentioned one before. But sure enough, there was an attic and it was filled. Thankfully, she wasn’t too tall for the low ceiling. She headed to the other side, as far away from the opening as possible, and made a place to sit.
“It’s not like the access was all that easy to see.” Who put the access in a closet anyway? Or maybe the closet went in after. Did old houses even have closets?
“I guess heat really does rise. It’s warm up here, isn’t it?” Erica asked.
Maggie breathed in relief. She’d been afraid her fear was the only thing causing her to sweat. “A little. Guess I didn’t need the sweatshirt.”
Dean hefted that scrumptious body of his through the opening. The muscles in his biceps strained and the sight nearly caused Maggie to swoon. Which was a much better reason than heat or fear.
He stood and bumped his head. “Damn it.”
Erica giggled. “You’d think you would have remembered doing that the last time.”
“You’d think.” He squatted over to the side and attached the light to one of the beams, then plugged it in. “Let’s see if this works better.”
The beam lit up the attic and brought to life the years of junk that had been hidden in the dark. It would take days to get through all the stuff. Maggie nearly groaned. Could she manage the ladder for that long? She put the thought out of her head and concentrated on the work. And Dean. He more than made up for her fear of heights. Well…maybe.
Dean picked up one of the dolls from a box. “Oh my God. Lindy was right. These things are creepy.”
“They’re just dolls,” Maggie said.
“Yeah, whatever.” He put the doll back.
“You know, Dean. I never took you for the supernatural type,” Erica said. “Except your name is Dean, so maybe I should have. Do you have a brother named Sam?”
He scrunched his forehead. “Am I supposed to know what that means?”
“Dean Winchester. You know, from Supernatural? The television series? Although you’re not as hunky as Jensen Ackles. No offense.”
“Ignore her,” Maggie said. “She not only reads too many mystery novels, she watches too much TV.” And Erica was totally wrong about Dean. He was way hunkier than Jensen Ackles.
It is a well known fact that most of the ladies from Sizzle and Sass are Team Dean. I love that Stacy included that reference. I'm going to be laughing most of the day over that, I'm sure.
Avoiding love is hard. Catching a killer can be fatal…
When Rob’s sister passed away, she left him her dog and house. He can handle being a dog owner, but doesn’t need another home. Especially one the neighbor swears is haunted. Then he meets Bridget. She needs a cheap place to live and he has a house in need of repairs. He might have found the perfect way to get to know her better.
Bridget is working on getting her life together after an auto accident left her scarred in more ways than one. But it’s time to move on, starting with leaving her parent’s house...again. Broke, she can’t pass up free lodging, regardless of the shape it’s in. Or the roommate that’s part of the package. She’s never believed in ghosts, now she’s living with one.
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