Page 59 of Fated Redemption
“Wait, who is she?” Aleks asked.
Abby looked up, amused.
Good question.
Rebecca took a deep breath.
Here we go.
“Well, when they went upstairs to ghost hunt I poked around downstairs. The parlor was fantabulous, but the kitchen needs a complete overhaul, I mean who has a kitchen without a dishwasher and microwave these days? Anyway, that was when I met Ms. Whittaker. She walked into the kitchen and introduced herself, she was so sweet. She knew a lot about the house and was interested in who would be buying it. So, I showed her pictures of Rhys and Moe, she said that Rhys looked like a fallen angel ready for sin and Moe looked like a kind soul and very handy. She said that the house needed a man like him to take care of it.” Rebecca licked her fork.
“Rebecca Morgan Arkadion. There wasn’t anyone in the front room with you.” Abby stared at her friend.
Rebecca waved her hand in a pshaw motion. “Of course there was.”
“Ms. Jane Whittaker was the last owner of the house. She died there when Aaron was a boy,” Ma said, looking at Rebecca oddly.
“I knew it!” Ashby exclaimed.
Abby wasn’t the only one staring at Rebecca.
“Come on y’all, stop playing. I think it’s funny you got together to pull this prank, but ha ha, joke’s over. Look, Ashby is having hysterics.” Rebecca pointed to Ashby who had attached himself to his mate.
“Rebecca, we’re not playing a prank on you. There was no one in that room but you,” Sebastian whispered.
Aleks’s face was milky white.
“Right. Next you’ll be saying Ma is a ghost or Connor is a ghost or Mr.Wilbur is a ghost.” She waved her fork at them.
Aleks frowned. “Who is Mr.Wilbur?” he asked.
“Duh, he’s our mailman.” Rebecca looked at Aleks as if he had lost his mind.
“We don’t have a mailman! Everyone picks up their mail at the Post Office once it’s delivered from Brighton,” Aleks exploded.
“That’s just silly. He saved my life last summer. I was about to step off the porch and he warned me about a copperhead that was within striking distance.”
“What!” Aleks roared.
“Aleks, you’re being loud again.”
Ma sat down in the chair across from Rebecca suddenly. Her face had paled and her eyes were wide and shiny.
“Ma?” Connor asked, concerned.
“Jeb Wilbur died saving my life when Aleks was a baby. I was in a car accident on the road heading back up to the ranch, it was winter and there was so much ice. He was coming from the house after delivering the mail and found me trapped in the car. He got Aleks out first and bundled him up in his mail car then came back for me. He got me free and helped me to his car. He was walking around to the driver’s side when he was hit by another oncoming car that had lost control on the ice. We never filled the postman job after him, it didn’t seem right. It’s why everyone picks up their mail at the Post Office now.”
“Oh god.” Aleks’s voice sounded strangled.
Rebecca looked around her eyes wide. “I see dead people,” she whispered.
“Keep that shit over there,” Rian yelled, moving his seat back a few inches.
“No. Absolutely not! I forbid it! You get into enough trouble with the living!” Aleks ranted.
“This is so cool!” Rebecca laughed, ignoring her mate’s utter meltdown.
“I wonder what your range is? What kind of parameters are involved. I mean do they have to be dead for a long time? Can you just stand over a grave and be like ‘Come out, come out, wherever you are’?” Abby asked. Her scientific brain taking over.
