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“I’m on a date. Can’t it wait?” I whispered as if Callahan couldn’t hear me.

“I’m afraid it can’t. It’s a serious situation.”

I glanced over at Callahan, who was watching me intently.

“Bring him with you,” the male voice said hurriedly.

As I continued eyeing Callahan I said, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“What’s not a good idea?” Callahan asked, obviously aware I was talking about him. His blue eyes were melting me as I looked at them.

“Someone needs me to come and help them. I told them I can’t make it,” I said, covering the phone while I advised him of the situation.

“Don’t be silly, I’ll take you. Where is it?”

“About an hour away. I’m not sure it’s such a good idea right now.” I frowned.

“Of course it is. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. And if they need your help then we should go.”

I hesitated and stared at Callahan, who was eyeing me patiently. I didn’t know what to do. They needed me and my urge to help them was overpowering. But Callahan had no idea what he was getting himself into by agreeing to take me. I paused for a minute then finally gave in.

“All right. We’ll be there,” I said hesitantly into the phone.

I couldn’t let this person down. Not after they had helped me so often when I was in trouble. I clicked off the phone and looked at Callahan.

“What do they need your help with?” He asked as he turned the ignition to his car on again.

“Well…” I paused, putting my phone back into my purse to stall for a chance to come up with an answer.
Think quick.
I doubted he would believe it was a book-related emergency.

“Which direction do I need to go anyway?”

He was taking me wherever I needed to go, with no idea what he was volunteering to do. And he didn’t have to do that. But he was.

“Point me in the right direction and we’re on our way.” Callahan whipped his car out of the parking space.

If I’d told him where we were headed, he might have changed his mind right away and we wouldn’t be going after all. He might screech the car to a halt, sling open the car door and sit me out on the curb.

“Turn left here,” I said pointing to the street.

He whizzed the car onto the street. His biceps flexed as he turned the wheel. Damn, he was sexy.

“So, now tell me where we are going.”

The moment had arrived, no turning back. My heart pounded. I had to tell him.

As the words flowed off my tongue I was nervous. “Well. You see...” I took a deep breath.
Here goes.

“I’m a ghost hunter and I get rid of ghosts for people,” I spewed out hurriedly.

Nothing, I knew it. He was silent. Finally I had gotten another date with him and in a flash I’d ruined it within five minutes.

“You’re kidding? I love ghosts. I’ve always been fascinated with the paranormal. Of course, now I’m a little nervous about witchcraft.” He laughed.

What? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. God must be smiling down on me today.

“So tell me, what do you do to get rid of ghosts? How do they need your help tonight? Sorry if it’s so many questions, I just think it’s fascinating. I watch Ghost Hunters on TV all the time. Do you do what they do?”

“Yeah, I do that. And more.” He had no idea how much more.

“You should have told me sooner.”

“Well, you were kind of out of it for a while there.” I laughed.

He chuckled. “True. Good point.”

I laughed at his enthusiasm.

He was looking at me with a curious expression, as if all of a sudden I was somehow mysterious to him. Maybe I should have told him sooner, but I’d never guessed he’d be that excited. Then came the hard part of telling him we were going to chase a demon.

“Well, this seems to be a not-so-friendly ghost, not exactly Casper-the-friendly-ghost if you know what I mean. And…” I paused. “I have to help get rid of a demon.”

His eyes widened. “A demon?”

“It won’t be pleasant—I can guarantee you’ll feel exhausted when we leave, but it’ll be an experience like none you’ve ever had. If you’re up for it that is?”

“I’m game,” he said eagerly.

I couldn’t help but smile at his boyish excitement. All that time I’d been worried about what he would think of me. Of course, I didn’t explain to him yet that I could see ghosts and talk to them. No, I’d save that for later. There was only so much I wanted to lay on him in one night.

“This should be interesting,” Seth said from the backseat.

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About Rose Pressey

Rose Pressey enjoys writing quirky and fun novels with a paranormal twist. The paranormal has always captured her interest. The thought of finding answers to the unexplained fascinates her.

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