He’d saved her. His fast thinking stopped her lungs from filling up and her dying.
Bodhi was her hero.
Despite what he thought, she knew that they needed to stop this little game of torment. She was going to lose Bodhi, and then what?
“Jake, you’re scaring him. I can’t ask him to accept that my dead husband needs me to be his anchor. He’s skittish with the dead. He accepts it for me. You’ve made it more difficult this last week.”
Jake argued with her.
“I. NEED. IT.”
Hailey could see Bodhi standing inside the hotel, watching the car in case it tried to swallow her. There was no doubt he’d come to her rescue.
Only, she was in no danger.
Not yet.
If Jake didn’t go back, that might not be the case.
“I’ll see what I can do. You stay out here. I’m going to spend time with him, and you scare him. Go find Trey and do what dead people do.”
The radio spun.
“HURRY. HAILEY. I. DON’T. HAVE. MUCH. TIME.”
Yeah, this was awkward.
The whole thing made her uncomfortable.
As she got out, the doors locked behind her, and the music went on in the car. Apparently, he was going to wait for them there. She wasn’t so sure how long that would last, but whatever.
Okay.
Now, it was time to calm down a skittish ME. Once inside, Bodhi met her, and took her hand in his. She could see the fear in his eyes.
“Are you okay? Is he here?” he whispered, keeping his voice low.
She laughed.
“I can’t see him, Bo, and I don’t hear him, so…I think we’re good. I need a shower. I’ve been trapped in a jail cell all night. Can we go up?”
He nodded.
Together, they headed upstairs, and when they got to the elevator, she wrapped her arm around his waist.
They’d talk.
Later.
Honestly, she didn’t know how to begin to bring this up. Bodhi was terrified of Jake, and she was going to have to ask him about it.
She’d asked Tori and the other people with spirit guides, and they said the dead stuck pretty close when they were anchored.
Did she want Jake all over them day in and day out? That was the question.
Honestly, this was a bad spot for her to be in.
Jake wasn’t going to cross, so it meant that the anger would eventually win. He’d become a vengeful spirit thanks to being murdered.