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“I don’t believe in ghosts,” he said. “She’s part of my hallucinations from the war.”

Emily shook her head. “So I’m sharing your hallucinations? Think again.”

“No, I don’t believe in her. Someone has been filling your head with nonsense. Probably Desiree.”

At first, he believed her and now she could see he was putting up walls, and she didn’t appreciate him thinking she had lied to him about Eugenia. In fact, it just irritated the hell out of her.

“Get out of my kitchen and don’t come back,” she said, turning her back to him. “I know what I saw and Desiree had not said a word about her. She decided to come to my cabin and talk about you. A very sore subject.”

“You were going to tell me about your husband,” he said, stepping in front of her.

A laugh escaped her. Why in the hell did he think she would talk to him about her dead husband if he didn’t believe her? That wasn’t going to happen.

“Not after you think I lied about your grandmother. I’ve got work to do and no time to put up with your nonsense. Go talk to Desiree. Go talk to Travis about Eugenia. I’m going to hold a seance in my cabin tonight, and by golly when I’m done, she’ll be gone.”

A smile crept across his face. The first one since he’d walked in the door. Why did he think that was funny? Of all the things to find humor in, that was the last one she would have laughed at.

“Let me know how that goes for you,” he said and walked out of the kitchen laughing.

Why was he laughing? She’d said it as a joke, but now, now she wanted to try her hand at seeing if she could get the woman to disappear. Why were seances funny?

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