Page 86 of Ghost of a Chance
He’d given her a lot of space this morning and was quieter than usual.He hardly even looked at her when she came downstairs though she struggled to keep her eyes off him.Somehow, he was getting cuter each time she saw him.The way he concentrated on editing his part of the video footage this morning was impressive.
He might not have wanted to work in television but she could tell he was very knowledgeable and good at his job.He’d found something that suited him, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
As Jasper finished his edits with Dan, he glanced up and she winked at him, just to throw him off.He flushed, sheepishly coming over to her.
“Did you have a good morning?”he asked.
“Yeah.Lots of words down and I finished my chapter,” she said.
“Good.You were practically in a trance,” he said.
“I get that way.”Nothing felt as good as hitting her stride in a new story.
“Were you thinking about your book just now?”
She rolled her eyes.“I’m heading out to see the medium.”
“Want me to come?Maybe she can tell me how I’m involved,” he said.
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“Yeah.But Dan can’t come, no cameras at all.She doesn’t want to be filmed,” Kirsty said.
“Figures.Be careful she’s not scamming you,” Dan said.
“Why would she be?”
“The lack of filming makes me think she’s hiding something.You didn’t have any objections?”
She had similar concerns, but at the same time she’d had no choice.“Thanks, Dan.”
“No problem,” he said.“I’ll keep editing and get some footage around campus and town for the voice-over you suggested.”
“What voice-over?”
“I figured it would make a nice story if we started with a voice-over explaining my history with Paul and the book even if it turns out not to be Paul trapped in it.The haunting definitely started here,” Jasper said, explaining as they both left the house.
Kirsty grabbed her keys while Jasper got into the passenger side of her car, putting the seat back.His long legs weren’t suited for this.
The trip to Aza’s took all of ten minutes.The house they pulled up to looked ordinary, like every other one on the street.There was a small sign out front with a palm stamped with the all-seeing eye and other symbols.
“Guess this is the place,” Jasper said.He’d been eerily quiet on the drive again.
Worrying about a man wasn’t something she’d allow.Not again.It was just that now she was forming an attachment to him.And it felt almost like he was pulling back.
This was precisely why she had stuck to one-night stands.
He followed her up the walkway to the front door.
The door opened and a woman appeared, about Kirsty’s height with straight blond hair wearing a purple silk slip skirt and a mohair sweater.She smiled easily at them, the scent of patchouli wafting out.
“You must be K.L.Henson.”
“I am.This is Jasper Cotton.We both have some questions about this textbook,” she said.
Hopefully Aza could give them a lead.Once this was wrapped up she would know for sure if Jasper’s presence in her life was just a Burlington fling, or something more.
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