Page 51 of From That Moment

I was losing my mind.

And I needed to stop doing that.

“Hey. Hazel said you needed help?”

“Yes, I do.”

I wasn’t going to sound awkward at all, was I?

“I asked if you needed help earlier. You could have texted me.”

I narrowed my eyes and then folded my arms over my chest. I didn’t realize that I had just made my breasts look larger and more pressed together until I saw his gaze drop and then quickly move back up to my eyes.

Or maybe I imagined it.

“I didn’t know I needed help when you asked, and then I reached out to Hazel because she usually knows who to contact. Or Myra or Dakota. I’m used to talking to them.”

I shook my head and then took a step back, lowering my arms to gesture for him to come inside.

“Anyway, though, thank you. My unit is in the attic, and I can’t get to it.”

“Why do they put them in the attic?” he asked, shaking his head.

He smelled like cedar and male.

Dear God, I had it bad.

“I don’t know, but it’s very annoying. I pulled out my car earlier since the access is in the garage, so let me open the garage door and show you how to get up there.”

“No problem,” Prior said, looking around my house.

I followed his gaze. “It’s not much, and I’m still figuring out how I want to decorate, but I like it.”

“It looks great,” Prior said. “I’m not good at decorating, so I pretty much have random things that I’ve seen and liked over the years, and it’s sort of made this whole metal and wood thing.”

“My house is white and gray with splashes of wine because I like wine, and that’s the color that Myra gave me, and I went with it.”

Prior laughed. “Maybe I need to get Myra to decorate part of my house.”

I didn’t want to think of Myra and Prior together, and I didn’t know why I was so jealous right then. What was wrong with me?

We went out to the garage, and I opened the big door, and he stood under the hatch to the attic and looked up.

“How the hell do you reach this?”

“A ladder and a prayer?” I asked.

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“I don’t know. I usually just jump like a duck or something.”

“Now I’m imagining it, with your limbs all flailing about.”

“Stop it,” I said with a laugh.

He reached out, hopped a little bit, his toes barely lifting off the floor, and grabbed the cord.

“Showoff,” I said.