Page 55 of Ghost of a Chance
“I don’t think we can fake anything.”
Gia nodded.“Of course.I hope you don’t think I was suggesting that.”
But she totally had been.Granted, her job was on the line too.
At this moment he really didn’t like Paul.Even in the afterlife, Paul could be a dick.He was putting everyone’s jobs at risk now in this impossible position.
They were back at the house; his eyes drew up the battered old Victorian, and he thought he saw a curtain move in Kirsty’s room.Was she done writing?He hoped so.
Their afternoon together had been so nice, and right now he wanted to be with her.When they were together he wasn’t worried about Paul, or the fact that he might spend the rest of his life withJudge Judyblaring on at a moment’s notice.
Dan was waiting for them when they walked into the hall.“Glad you are both back.I think I have something on one of the cameras.”
“Let me get Kirsty.It’s not Chewie again?”
“I don’t think so as he’s sitting in front of the fireplace when the fire comes on by itself.”
“What?How is that possible?That’s a traditional one with logs?”Jasper asked.
“Ghosts, right?We’ll have to get Kirsty.”
He followed Dan to the part of the kitchen table where his laptop and external monitor were set up to edit the film so far.A freeze frame on the monitor showed Chewie laying on the floor near the quiet fireplace.
Kirsty and Gia joined them, and Dan hit play.They all watched as a spark appeared and then small flames blazed in the fireplace.
All of them leaned in closer trying to see what had started the fire.This wasn’t anything at all like what Jasper had experienced up to this point.“When is this from?”
“When we were at the apartment with the book,” Dan said.
“Is this house haunted?”Jasper asked, looking over at Kirsty.“Paul’s never done anything like this before.”
“Is it?”she asked Gia.
“I mean maybe.Who knows for sure if they’re telling the truth when people put that in their Airbnb description.”
“Gia!”
“What?I thought it would be helpful.Give Paul someone else to talk to,” Gia said.
“It’s not helpful,” Kirsty said through clenched teeth.“Now we potentially have two ghosts on our hands, and we don’t know a damn thing about either of them.”
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Grabbing Gia’s wrist, Kirsty dragged her down to the workout room, closing the door firmly behind them.
“What the fuck?”
“What?You’re the one who said you didn’t really have any ability to talk to ghosts.I thought a haunted house would help.”
“Help how?”
“Either by giving us some creepy stuff to film or by showing you that youcantalk to the dead,” Gia said.“You should be thanking me.You just needed a chattier ghost.”
Gia had a point.Unfortunately, she wasn’t really digging that creepy voice she heard.If ever she needed to project her unflappable goth girl image it was now.But she was spinning like a deranged toy in a horror movie.
Gia didn’t say anything, just put one hand on her hip, watching and waiting.
“Thanks.”She bit out the words.“Your plan might be working too well.”
