Page 34 of Chasing Ghosts
“You have to call the producers, you have to start planning the next trip, you have to…”
“I’ll do all of that in time. First, I need to make love to my very sexy woman to celebrate and show her she’s the most important thing to me.”
“Oh! That’s a good plan. I like it.”
I chuckle as I find her lips again. I might have started this journey chasing ghosts, but I ended it by chasing my future…and I caught her! And now she’s all mine! Forever and always!
Epilogue
Cori
Five Weeks Later
Idecided to sit out this taping of our show and let the others handle the EVPs and the sensory equipment. I’ve not been feeling great, and I wonder if maybe I’ve been pushing it too hard. Overdoing it.
It would explain why I'm so fucking tired lately. Tired doesn’t even begin to cover how truly exhausted I have been. It started about a week and a half ago and has only gotten worse. I thought at first it was just because we were traveling so much. We’ve already done two episodes for the season, and now we’re doing our third in Salem. Three locations in four weeks would cause anyone to be worn down.
And on top of all the traveling, I have a damned good reason to stay up versus sleeping in. Mac Temple. He’s been…wonderful. I loved who he was when I thought I knew him, but now that I truly know and understand him, I love him even more. He’s been great about balancing my gifts and the fact that I don’t want it widely known that I can see and hear things without special tools with including me in everything on the show. Roxie, Tray, and Theo have been great about it, too. Evengoing so far as to cover for me sometimes when I can’t control the responses I have.
Ripley decided she wasn’t going to come back to the show after she almost died on the first outing. I can understand that. I’m even kind of glad about it. She didn’t seem to like me very much, and I'm not sure how long she would have kept my secret if she were with us every day. So we’re a party of six most times, the five of us and an extra cameraman.
My mind goes back to how drained I’ve become. Maybe it’s the flu or a virus or something. I have been a little nauseous lately.
“Hey, baby. You okay?”
I jump like I just got caught doing something naughty, even though all I was doing was napping.
“Oh, Mac! What are you doing back so soon?”
“It’s not all that soon, baby.”
I look at the clock. A couple of hours have passed, so I must have drifted off to sleep at some point, but he’s still back early.
“Is everything alright?” I sit up and get a little dizzy. “Do you need me to come help?”
“No, I told everyone to go ahead and break for the night.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Did you come back early because you were worried about me?”
“That and I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Oh shit!
“Are you firing me again?”
“What?” He chuckles, but also won’t meet my eyes. “No, of course not.”
“You’re breaking up with me!”
“No, baby. I wanted…damn it! This isn’t really how I wanted to do this. I wanted to take you to dinner and romance you and…do this right, but if what I think is what is happening, I want this done before so you don’t think it is because of…anything.”
I’m so confused. Mac is never like this. He’s always precise and eloquent when he talks and focused.
“Sweetheart, you're kind of scaring me.”
He goes down on one knee beside me, and I sit forward. It takes me a second to realize he is holding something in his hand because I am so focused on him and how odd he is acting.
“Cori Elizabeth Moore,” he opens the box, and I look inside at the ring that sparkles and shines, “will you marry me?”
