The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

Once Tucker had dropped off Susannah, he drove us back to
his apartment in silence. The remainder of the night had been
uneventful, with the same uneasy feeling following us but no more
equipment flying off furniture. We hadn’t gotten any EMF hits or
anything, and Anthony and Susannah had experienced the same kind
of luck.
Eventually, when we pulled into his parking spot outside his
place, I spoke up. “So, I don’t know what’s been up with you lately.
But it’s got me worried. I think you should get some kind of help.”
Tucker’s head jerked up like I’d smacked him in the face
with Silly Putty. “Help?”
“Yeah. Like, of the psychiatric or medical persuasion. I’m
not kidding, Tucker. You’ve swapped personalities twice since that
investigation where you got thrown into a wall. I don’t know what
you could have rattled around in there but it’s definitely all too real
that something’s not right.” I could feel my eyes bugging out as the
words spilled forth.
He took his hand off the stick and laid it gently in his lap.
“You really think I’ve been that different?”
“Not always. Most of the time you’re fine. But then there are
times when I worry. You kicked my dog today. You smoke
cigarettes now. And you’ve been an ass to me more than once. All
of this does not fit into the Tucker Hamilton spectrum.”
His gaze was in his lap with his hands. My heart gave a little
kick of distress and I reached out and laid my hand on his thigh. “I’m
just concerned. You’re scaring me a little. This isn’t you.”
Tucker turned to meet my eyes. “You’re not making any
little jokes. You must be serious.”
“I am completely serious.” I squeezed his thigh for effect.
Slowly he breathed in a massive amount of air and exhaled
in a sigh that totally seemed to deflate him. “I’m sorry, Chelsea. The
last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable around me, let
alone scared of me. I’m so sorry for kicking Trouble. You’re right;
maybe I should go and get checked out.”
My heart was filling up with Tucker love again. This was the
man I wanted to be dating. The one who listened to me when I had
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