Page 52 of My Blind Date is a Ghost

Beverly and Beckett try to pull me toward the shop as well, but I shake my head, which was a mistake as I feel nauseous. “Stop, stop. I just need a moment.” I pull my arms free and bend over with my hands on my knees. The position helps to settle my stomach.

“What happened?” Beverly asks Beckett.

“Same as before,” he says. “A flash of light tried to take her. But it was stronger than before. When I tried to grab her, it was like shoving my arms in a pot of boiling water.”

“Are you injured?” Beverly asks.

Beckett shakes his head as he pulls up his sleeves and looks at his arms. “No.”

“How about you?” Beverly asks me.

“I think I hit my head when the light disappeared,” I say. “But, no, I’m not hurt from the light.” I stand up slowly and am relieved that the nausea seems to have dissipated. “I’m all right.”

“Whoever it is that is trying to snatch you is getting stronger,” Beverly says as we walk slowly toward the building. “The protection spell I put on you before should have been enough.”

“Well, we know that whoever is behind this is uncommonly strong,” I say. “We just need to find them before they succeed.”

“I wish I could,” Beverly says. “But I can’t seem to track the source of the magic.”

“That’s why we need a detective,” I say, looking to my side for Beckett. But he’s not there. “Beckett?” I look back and see him looking up at the sky. “What are you doing?” I call.

Beckett trots to catch up to us. “I was just thinking, what if whoever is trying to take you isn’t a witch or warlock, but an alien?”

My first instinct is to laugh, but thankfully I’m able to suppress it before the humor reaches my face. I know he’s serious. And I do believe he saw something that could be aliens. In Mystic Cove, anything is possible.

“When you started to lift up,” he says, “it was almost like a tractor beam was pulling you up.”

All three of us stop and look up to the sky. We don’t see anything but clear blue. We start walking back toward the shop.

“I don’t think aliens can raise the dead,” Beverly says in all seriousness. “No, I still think we are dealing with witches who are looking for their lost prize.”

Beckett’s phone pings. He takes it out and reads a text. He gives me a worried look.

“What is it?” I ask.

“The results of your exhumation. They’ve come in.”

CHAPTER 22

“You’re going to wear a hole in the carpet,” Beverly says as I pace in front of the bookshop’s counter, waiting for Beckett to return. He said he wouldn’t open the results until he gets back so we can all hear the results together. The results were left on his desk at the sheriff’s office. Piper took her girls home. She figured they didn’t need to be around to hear about their new aunt being murdered…possibly.

I shoot Beverly an annoyed look. I can’t help it. My whole life could be about to change—again!

The bell above the door to the shop rings and I look up, expecting to see my husband, Edward. I shake my head, cursing to myself. When is this horrible habit going to stop? Of course, it’s not Edward, but Sophia and Jacob. Sophia is holding a thick folder.

“Well? Is he back yet?” she asks.

“No,” I say, going over to the kettle and pouring her a cup of hot chocolate. “He texted me to say he’s on his way back. So, he should be here any minute.”

“How are you feeling?” she asks me, rubbing my arm as I hand her the cup.

“Torn,” I say. “I want to know the truth. But at the same time, if it turns out that I was poisoned and not killed by a werewolf, it will throw everything into question. The last two hundred years of my existence will have been wasted.”

“I wouldn’t say wasted,” Jacob says. “What a life you’ve had.”

I shake my head. “I’d have given anything not to have it. It was miserable.”

“But maybe you are about to learn why,” Sophia says. “If you really were murdered in some other way, we may be one step closer to finding out why you were a ghost in the first place and then why you are alive now.”

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