Page 23 of Take My Love
“Oh relax, you big baby.” She pushes against my chest when I close the gap between us.
“You just told me this place is haunted and she doesn’t like when you have people over. How should I act?”
“It’s nothaunted…it’s spiritually-occupied.”
I roll my eyes, moving out of her way when she nudges me back. “We need sage. And a priest.”
She cackles. “For what?”
“To guide her into the light. Or wherever the afterlife is.”
“Bellamy already tried that. We had a whole séance and even tried a Ouija board. Marjorie likes it here,” she explains, pouring sweet tea into her cup. “And I like her too.”
“Great, so I have to sleep in a house with two crazy women.”
“Aren’t you glad you asked to be roomies?” She brings the glass to her lips, smirking around it.
“Anythin’ else I should know? You have a zombie livin’ in the basement? A poltergeist in the attic? Perhaps a baby dragon in your bathroom?”
She licks her lips and my eyes track the movement. “No, but I have a pet rat named Teddy in my walk-in closet.”
I squeeze the bridge of my nose. “Please be jokin’.”
“Nope.” She pats my chest before moving past me. “You’re in the country now, city boy. Time to toughen up.”
“Silas!” Posey’s whispered voice above my head sends me into a panic, catching me off guard and thrashing against the mattress. My eyes struggle to find her in the dark.
“What the fuck?”
“Time to get up,” she says, flicking on the lamp next to the bed.
“What time is it?”
“Six-thirty.”
I groan, rolling away from her. “I thought we started at eight?”
“It’s Tuesday, so we start at seven.”
“Why?”
“Goat yoga at the Branch Haven every Tuesday and Thursday. We gotta load up the baby goats and bring ’em over, then back to the barn when it’s over.”
My eyes finally adjust to the lighting. I roll back over to find her in tight leggings and a pink sports tank. “Goat yoga?”
“Yes. And since you’re the newbie, you get to be the demonstrator.” She grins wickedly. “So wear pants you can stretch in.”
“Wait, what?” I lift up on my elbows but she’s halfway out the door.
“You heard me. Chop, chop!” She claps, walking down the hallway.
Groaning, I fall back on the bed.
She’s trying to kill me.
Once I’m out of bed, I change into sweats and a T-shirt, then find my running shoes. I have no idea what the hell goat yoga entails, but I have a feeling I’m going to regret finding out.
“Uh, Posey?” I glance around the kitchen, my mouth wide open in confusion.
