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Instead of answering right away, he leaned in really closely so our<br />
noses were just about touching. I could smell the chicken we’d eaten<br />
on his breath mixed in with his usual Tuckery scent. In spite of the<br />
seriousness of the situation, my heart gave a dramatic ba-dump.<br />
“Don’t you worry about me, gorgeous.” His fingers twirled<br />
into my hair and he turned slightly to look at the red strands he was<br />
toying with. <strong>The</strong>n just his eyes flicked back to meet mine, and I<br />
couldn’t help myself. I went totally Jell-O.<br />
“I-I can’t help it,” I stammered, trying to stay focused. “You<br />
just got attacked.”<br />
He dropped my hair and slid his palm around the back of my<br />
neck. “And I’m fine. I promise.” <strong>The</strong>n he pulled back and replaced<br />
one hand on the wheel and the other on the stick shift. He jerked his<br />
chin in the direction of my house. “Go on. It’s late. I’ll talk to you<br />
later.”<br />
My heart was still drumming away in my chest, but I<br />
reluctantly did what he said. If he wanted to get home, that was okay.<br />
He’d had a very long night and I didn’t want to smother him. I<br />
trusted that he would be smart enough to smudge the apartment and<br />
himself now that I’d brought the idea to his attention.<br />
“I’m glad you’re okay,” I said as I stood outside the car with<br />
one hand on the open door.<br />
He leaned over and flashed me a grin. “Goodnight, Chelsea.<br />
I love you.”<br />
“I love you, too,” I returned. <strong>The</strong>n I shut the door with a loud<br />
thud and hurried quickly up the driveway.<br />
As soon as I got through the front door, I slid down to a<br />
crouch and buried my face in my hands. How had this happened?<br />
I’d spent months learning that this wasn’t as scary as I’d thought it<br />
was. <strong>The</strong>n, all in one night, all my training out of my original fear<br />
had unraveled. Investigating the paranormal had turned out to be<br />
way scarier than I had ever imagined. How was I ever going to go<br />
back into another house when I knew that what happened tonight<br />
could happen again? Yeah, everyone else had been surprised and<br />
they hadn’t seen exactly that before, but the possibility was around<br />
now.<br />
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