Finn doesn't hesitate swinging the attic door open, shooting through the threshold and gliding up the long set of stairs. Cooper gestures for me to lead the way and I reluctantly cross under the door frame. The stairs groan loudly under my feet and one of us is definitely going to put our foot through one of these boards.

"More sheets," Finn says cryptically when he gets to the top and when I reach the landing, I understand what he means. Sheets are covering everything up here. I have no idea what they are hiding, but the attic is full of different white and cream shapes. I would have had a heart attack if I had tried to come up here that first night only to find an entire room full of creepy coverings.

Cooper is the last one up and I hear him say, "This is much creepier than the cellar." Finn slides off the sheet closest to the stairs and underneath is a long, oval free-standing mirror that used to be in my old room.

"Should we do Bloody Mary?" Finn jokes to me and I swat at him as I step around the mirror.

"Not funny," I reply flatly as I stay inches away from him in case he needs to fend something off. That and I am finding that I really like just standing close to him.

"There are definitely spooky vibes up here," Cooper says and I nod in agreement.

"Annabelle is probably lurking around somewhere," I mutter as I peer around the covered furniture. It's dark and hot with only slices and pinpricks of light coming through the small vents at the top of the back wall. I look around for a light and spot a bulb hanging down near the top of the banister.

"Pull that string there," I tell Cooper, and seconds later, a glow of light fills the wide room. As soon as the light fills the dark corner, I hear scurrying across the floor, and Cooper suddenly yelps. I follow his gaze to the dusty wooden floor and see a stampede of mice dashing across the ground. I scream and simultaneously jump onto Finn like I am a squirrel scurrying up a tree. Shocked by my physical reaction to the mice, Finn takes a step backward and we slam into the mirror, sending it backward and causing it to crash with a deafening shatter. Shards of glass now cover the floor, but Finn keeps me wrapped around his torso like a toddler, still shrieking at the barrage of rodents.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," I chant as Finn backs away from the chaos on the ground. I have a grip around his shoulders and I feel his arm tucked under my ass. Cooper is dancing around like his toes are being shot at and he is also freaked out by the commotion.

"Hell no, hell no," Cooper says as he makes his way back toward the stairs. Finn starts howling with laughter, but he doesn't drop me. He tilts his head back and his laughter fills the room.

"Finn! This is not funny!" I shriek and he looks up at me, panicking in his arms.

"I told you it was mice," he says while smiling and I glare at him.

"I thought maybe one or two. This is a factory."

"Maybe they knew you were alone here. They came to help you clean and make your dresses," he jokes as Cooper shoots down the stairs.

"I'm not lonely enough to keep the company. Gus Gus is getting exterminated," I tell him while refusing to look down. "Go downstairs! Get me out of here!" I demand and Finn steps over the mirror while keeping me against him. He follows Cooper downstairs and he moves quickly with me still clamped around him, like he's my prize in the claw game.

He swings the door shut with his heel and I drop out of his arms after we are back near the bed.

"I might tell Logan to just ship my car back when it's done. I might be going back to LA," I say as I shake out my jitters. "The heat is one thing. Living with a pack of rats is another." I look up at Finn as I try and catch my breath and then add, "Sorry for climbing you like a tree back there. I apparently chose flight over fight."

"Well sorry for crashing into your mirror up there. I may have just caused us seven years of bad luck," Finn says and I notice Cooper must have fled all the way downstairs because it's just us in my room.

"Us seven years of bad luck? You crashed into it, the responsibility is yours and yours alone," I reply but he shakes his head.

"It was a joint shatter. We both technically crashed into it so...I think we each have three-point five years of hard time," he says and I fold my arms over my chest, still completely grossed out.

"Well, I think I can reduce a year and half of mine from time already served," I joke. "The universe better not try and tack it on."

"You think you're having a bad luck streak?" Finn asks as he firmly closes the attic door and I walk into the hallway wanting to get the hell out of that room.

"Finn, you have now seen me hit a deer, smash a pot, blow out the electricity, and get mauled by mice. Do you think I have good luck?" I ask as I stop at the top of the landing.

"I think you might exaggerate," he says flatly.

"Not by much," I place my hand on the banister and I look at him, "It can't get worse right?" Right after I say that, my phone jingles in my back pocket. I lock eyes with Finn, debating what fresh hell could be calling me.

"It's probably your auto warranty expiring," Finn jokes and I slide the phone from my pocket. I wince when I see Matty Quinn flash on the screen. Oh god, he's a caller. Why can't he text like every other guy I know? And I only gave him my number a few hours ago. He needs to wait a few days before springing into action.

"You gonna get that?" Finn asks after his eyes glance down at my screen. I hesitate. I know I agreed to dinner at the store but now I don't know how I feel about it. Especially with Finn standing inches away from me.

"I'll let it go to voicemail," I state before sliding my phone back into my pocket and darting down the stairs.

"It could have been important," Finn says as he follows behind me, talking over our loud footsteps.

"I'm sure it's not."

I find Cooper texting near the front door.

"Mr. Leeland needs a ride to physical therapy, you cool if I head out?" He asks me and I nod.

"Yes, thanks Cooper for being a trooper today," I tell him and slide my purse across the foyer table. I hand him a fifty as I say, "Hazard pay."

"What do I get for carrying you around then?" Finn asks as he sees Cooper's face light up.

"More muscle," I joke and he smirks while eye-rolling me.

"Let me know if you need anything else, I'll be around," he says as he swings the door open. I wave to him and he flies off the porch.

"You gave him twenty-five bucks for walking up and down each staircase," Finn states after the door closes. I tuck my purse into the cabinet and then reply, "He pointed out the generator and opened those heavy ass cellar doors. That's money well-earned."

"I'm wondering what weird things you would charge your clients for then?" Finn quizzically says and I tilt my head in confusion.

"My clients?"

"Didn't you say you were an interior decorator? Or designer or something?" He asks and I remember my fib.

"Oh... yes. I was. I mean, I am. And everything I charge is by the book. Or above board or whatever," I tell him with a wave of my hand. "Now, it's hotter than satan's balls in here, wanna go show me what you came here for?" I ask, trying to change the subject. We don't need to dissect my career or lack thereof. Finn's eyes light up like he had forgotten why he came here.

"Oh yeah, come on, maybe something will inspire you to stick around Magnolia. Finish your summer project," he says as he opens the front door. "Or maybe Matty Quinn will do that." He eyes me and I glare at him.

"Maybe he will. I'm supposed to have dinner with him," I tell him, purely to see his reaction. He lets out a loud laugh before saying, "Dinner with him? Or him and his mother?" I walk behind him to his truck and there is thankfully a breeze blowing around out here.

"What do you mean?" I ask as I watch Finn pull his tailgate down. He hops onto the bed and then looks down at me.

"You haven't wondered why he's still single at thirty-four?"

I shrug, "Maybe he's divorced."

"He's not."

"You're not wearing a ring and you're thirty...something," I tell him as I stop and stand at the end of the truck.

"Thirty-three and I am divorced," he says and the revelation shakes me. I never thought about if Finn was single and ready to mingle. I just thought he was hot. Now I wanna know about the ex-wife.

"But now single?" I ask and this causes him to grin mischievously.

"Very much so," he winks at me and then flips around to grab something.

"Okay well, I am twenty-nine and single. Is something wrong with me then?" I bait.

"I dunno, why did you get a divorce?" He asks me and I take a step back in surprise. How the hell did he know that? He stands back up with a box in his hands and he must notice my surprise at his comment because he says, "I had a ring indent and tan line on my finger for about three months after I took my ring off." He glances at my hand and says, "You got it too. Unless you're doing the whole zip codes thing?" He crosses down the cab as I glance at my hand. I didn't even notice the obviousness of the missing ring. I look back up at him and ask, "Zip codes thing?"

"You know the whole, it's not cheating if it's with someone from a different zip code," Finn explains and I laugh.

"Ah, that must have been my husband's mentality then. As far as I know, every woman he cheated on me with lived outside our zip code," I confess as I shake my head.

"Ah shit, infidelity huh?" Finn asks with a grimace and I nod. "What about you? What was your reason?"

"I realized I was never in love with her," Finn states plainly like it was no big deal. He drops the box into my hands, also dropping the divorce subject and then quickly says, "These are doorknobs and handpainted dresser knobs." He then stands back up and walks to the end of his cab again. "I also have some corner molding for doorways." He holds up gorgeous, elaborate corner moldings and I reach up to take the wood pieces.

"Why did they take these out? They are gorgeous," I gush as I run my hand over the detailed woodwork. They would look stunning in the doorway that leads into the living room off the foyer.

"I told you, they are gutting and modernizing the entire house. They want all this antique-looking stuff out." He then jumps down and slides something out of the back. I'm guessing it's a door by the size of it but it's covered in a thick blanket.

"I thought this might be a cool front door for you," he says and then drops the covering. I am stunned to find him holding a beautiful cherry wood stained-glass door.

"That's beautiful," I say in awe as I run my hand over the ruby glass. "I need this."

"I thought you might," he says as he looks it over.

"How much for all of it?"

He swings his gaze back to me.

"No, I am giving it to you. I can't sell this stuff."

"What? Why? This alone would cost like, I dunno, five thousand dollars?" I say as I point to the door. He eyes me again and then lets out a laugh.

"I worry you don't know how much anything costs," he says and then adds, "It's a beautiful door and just needs some polish. I can't take this off a client and then turn around and sell it. Not a great look."

"Well, that might be true," I admit and then nod, "Well if you aren't gonna sell it, bring it on in then. I bought polish from Weston's. It will be my first project." He goes to lift the door, but I hold up my hand, "Oh wait! I wanna send a picture to my friends." I snap a quick picture of Finn holding the beautiful door and send it off to the group chat with the caption, Swooning over the man who brought me a door. I then give him the go-ahead to carry it off. As he marches down the walkway he asks, "So when is your date with Matty boy?"

"I don't know, I clearly didn't answer his call," I reply as I follow behind him. He gingerly sets the door inside of the foyer and then looks at me, "He's probably going to ask you to go to movie night in the park."

"What and when is that?" I ask.

"Thursday. They do it every Thursday in June and July. It's a big date night thing." I bite my thumb as I wonder if that's a thing I could be into. I didn't really want to do crowd things, especially if anyone there knows Mark or me from our glory days. He notes my hesitancy and then says, "Or maybe he'll invite you over to have dinner at his place. His mother makes a great chicken pot pie."

I frown at him and then ask, "Are you going to be at the movie thing?"

He quickly shakes his head, "Nah I got bowling league on Thursdays."

"Well, that's convenient."

"It is seeing as it's my ex-wife who runs the movie nights. Her company sponsors it, so I try and stay away from the park on Thursdays." I nod since I have nothing else to say to that even though I have a million questions I now want to ask him about her. He runs his hand down the door and then says, "Now, I know you don't want me to have you on speed dial but, I'm going back to this house tomorrow and I can send you pictures of the other stuff if you want?"

"You don't need an elaborate scheme to ask me for my number," I joke as I slide my phone out.

"I guess you do seem eager to give it out."

"And you seem to have something against poor Matty. Or maybe it's just jealously?" I joke and he just gives me a playful eye roll in return. I unlock mine and then hand it to him and then he does the same with his. I punch my number in and then take a photo of me blowing a kiss. I save it under my profile and he just watches me.

"What's that all about?"

"In case you have another Sadie in your phone. You'll know this one is me," I tell him and he grins. "I also added a mouse emoji to really differentiate."

"What should I add to mine then? I know you already have my picture from when you thought I was a murderer," he asks and I shrug. He gives me a smirk and then his thumbs move over my keyboard. He hands me back my phone and I let out a loud laugh when I see he typed Finn with a knife emoji, a strong arm, and three red hearts.