The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

“Please explain to me how that’s supposed to be incentive to
leave.” He grinned as he stood up next to me and reached for my
hand. I laced my fingers through his and walked with him to the
front door.
“Thank you for dinner,” I murmured as I wrapped my arms
around him and fell into his embrace. “And thank you for
encouraging me tonight. You’re the best.”
I felt him kiss the top of my head, but he didn’t respond. He
just held me there, his arms tightly encircling me. My ear was
pressed against his chest, and I could hear his heart bumping against
it, quicker than I would have expected. I couldn’t keep the smile
from stretching across my face. Who knew that after everything that
had happened to scare me that night, I could still feel completely
secure, like nothing in the whole world could touch me in that
moment.
After a little while, he pulled back a little so he could make
eye contact again. “Do you remember what Brad asked you earlier?”
“About joining you guys for real? I didn’t think you heard
that.”
“I did. And I think it’s an awesome idea. Would you want
to? I mean, you’re basically a member as it is. You’ve done, what,
five investigations? Six? All we’d have to do is set up a meeting
with Daisy and Richard and they’ll officially put you in the training
program. You’ve already had over a month of experience anyway.”
Regardless of the whole ghost-pushing-me-and-scaring-meshitless
ordeal, I didn’t even have to think about it. My confidence
had grown into an enormous monster and I was ready for just about
anything. “Yes. I’d love to.”
A massive smile pulled his lips away from his teeth. “Great.
I’ll give them a call in the morning and we’ll set something up. Now
it’s really time for me to leave before I let you take advantage of
me.” He bent his head down to kiss me again. Heat radiated from
him, warming me all the way through every crevice of my body. I
was seriously reconsidering inviting him back to my room, but it
was over as fast as it started; he stepped back and reached for the
doorknob. “I’ll be in touch, Miss Keller. Goodnight.” In a moment,
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