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Of all the questions to ask…
“Oh, yeah. I ran out.”Good job putting that one brain cell to work.
“Hm.” She falls quiet.
“I have an idea.” I speak a little too fast.
“What?”
“What if we burn down the house?”
She clutches the fabric of my shirt with her good hand. “No!”
“But we could be saving the world from super-spiders.”
“And anger the ghosts who live here? Hell no! I’ve seen enough horror movies to know better.”
My brows crinkle. “What ghosts?”
“Didn’t you research the house before you signed the paperwork?”
I’m not sure I was entirely thinking straight when I bought the house, let alone researching the past owners.
She looks around before whispering, “You didn’t think to ask why a treasure of a house like this would be put up for sale?”
“Easy answer. It’s a pain in the ass to fix.” Based on the century-old electrical wiring, ancient drainpipes, and faulty foundation, the repairs would cost anyone hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Her eyes shut, whether out of pain or frustration, I’m not too sure. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear about the ghosts.Everyone in town knows about them.”
“Probably because I don’t believe in ghosts to begin with.”
She shushes me. “You’re going to make them angry.”
“Theydon’t exist.”
“All right.” Except everything about her tone suggests the complete opposite.
The soft slap of my shoes against the wood floor fills the silence between us. In a stupid move to open the front door, I end up jostling her. “Sorry.”
Her chin trembles, making me feel even shittier. “Anyway, we can’t burn down the house. If you do, I will never forgive you.”
“Should I add it to the list of reasons?”
She cuts into me with a single glare. “Julian.”
An uncustomary fluttering sensation erupts in my stomach. I kick the front door harder than intended, making both Dahlia and the glass windowpane shudder as it closes.
Shit.
She stares up at me with glassy eyes. “Perhaps we can call a truce with the spider. It’s not like it tried to bite me or anything, which it could have. I’m the one who went into its territory.”
“Is the attic off-limits then?”
“Sure, so long as you go back for the rolls of paper I dropped.”
“Of course, you wantmeto go in there.”
“You’ll be my hero. I’ll get you a custom medal and everything.” Her eyes brighten despite the tears pooling near her bottom lashes.
