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The blood rushed to my cheeks and I wanted to break the
gaze, but I just couldn’t look away. Yes, I definitely wanted to. I
wanted to run home and curl up under the covers and never think
about ghosts again. But could I?
“Chelsea. Nobody is going to judge you. I promise.” His
eyes were void of their normal playful light.
I’d already taken a few steps out of the door and wanted to
continue in the general away direction. Temptation was lounging
seductively on the sidewalk, raising a finger and beckoning me to it.
Every fiber in my body wanted to run into its arms and let it take me
away to safety. But if I let myself keep running, would I ever stop
and turn around again?
Who was I kidding? There was no way in hell that I was
coming back if I left.
“I’ll come back in.” I finally broke from his gaze and stood
up.
“Are you sure?” Tucker rose to his feet and looked down at
me, his forehead creased in a frown. “You know you shouldn’t push
yourself when it comes to the paranormal.”
I knew what he was talking about; if you were too shaken,
too unguarded, you were an easier target for any spirits in the area.
If you had a bad feeling about a case, the general rule of thumb was
to just not participate. But whoever this spirit was, whatever it had
pushed me for, whatever it wanted from any of us, I couldn’t let it
get the best of me. He was right; the worst had happened, and
looking back, it turned out to not be that bad at all. I was fine.
Although he had sounded cautious, he seemed totally
psyched to have me on board again. A big smile broke out across his
fair skin and he looked like he wanted to reach out and hug me.
Whether he stopped himself because he was nervous or trying to be
professional, I wasn’t sure.
With a deep breath, I turned and opened the door to step back
inside.
The rest of the night was more than encouraging. I traded
partners with Jamie so I could stick by Tucker, just in case I needed
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