Page 29 of Ghost of a Chance
Her face softened but otherwise she didn’t even acknowledge it.“Do you know how to build a fire?”
“Yeah.”
“Great.Start one in that fireplace.”Gesturing to the large stone-faced one on the wall opposite the bookcases.
“I was a Boy Scout.”
“Of course you were.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Just that you give off goody-goody vibes.”
“We can’t all be Ms.Goth Girl.”
“Suits me.I’m not really a joiner.”
“You’re unique.”
Slight pink tinged her cheeks before she angled her head toward the fireplace, turning back to her preparations.The braid she had her hair in swung out as she pivoted away from him, and he was tempted to catch it and stop her from dismissing him.But he was smart enough not to follow through.
Maybe her prickly personality would be enough for Paul to ditch this earthly plane and move on.
He lit the fire at Kirsty’s request, then shifted the furniture around so they could bring in the kitchen table.They draped it with a cloth Kirsty uncovered in the dining room cabinet, after knocking away some of the dust.It had black and navy stripes with an old puddle of wax in the center.Not very occult looking, but it would do.
The lamps scattered throughout the room flickered as he went to get to the book.
“Are any of you allergic to different scents?”Kirsty asked the room.
Jasper shook his head as Chewie padded in and nudged his hand before curling up at his feet.
“I am.But I can finish setting up the camera and then wait in the hall.Jasper, you know how to start and stop the recording?”Dan verified as he edged his way to the door.
“I do.Will you keep Chewie?I’m not sure he’ll stay quiet while we’re filming,” Jasper said.
“Sure.”
Gia came back into the room dressed in a lime-green turtleneck and a miniskirt in a matching plaid.Who even made lime green and bright yellow tartan?She had black leather boots and a bandanna wrapped around her head like a headband.Apparently this adventure was turning into an episode ofScooby-Doo.
She gave him a once-over.“Are you wearing that?”
His UVM hoodie and jeans were comfy.“Unless you object.”
“Kirsty, do you think he should change?”
Kirsty glanced up from her bag, a bundle of candles in different shapes and sizes in her hands.“He’s fine.Did you wear that faded hoodie when you were a student?”
He nodded.
“Perfect.That will give Paul something familiar to hone in on,” Kirsty said.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her as she glided around the room, rearranging objects and pulling dccor out of her bag.When she bent over, he couldn’t help but notice the way the kimono fluttered around her lithe frame.The room was taking on an occult feel and Kirsty shone in it.Her nerves were starting to abate as the room came together.
He tore his eyes from her.This was business, he reminded himself.
His nerves were starting to settle down as well.She was probably here for publicity for her book.He got that.He’d seen what her career meant to her.
Also knew what she meant to him.Kirsty was the key to everything, and he was determined to make sure that this worked.Whatever it took.
