A Haunting Experience by Kessily Lewel

Author:Kessily Lewel [Lewel, Kessily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2017-06-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

There were a few hours left before sunset, and she figured that would give her plenty of time to plan what she was going to say to him. She wanted to show him that women of her time were calm and logical when there was a problem and not prone to hysterics. She intended to make herself dinner and settle down with a glass of wine to relax and plot. Things rarely seemed to go according to plan in her world, so she shouldn't have been surprised when none of that happened.

"Where were you? I was concerned you'd—left," he said. His tone seemed to waiver from nonchalant to worried.

She turned to see him standing on the bottom step, framed in a shaft of late afternoon sunlight. He looked like he'd just stepped out of a historical romance novel, and it took her breath away for a moment. The sunlight played on his hair, highlighting it in a golden halo. He leaned against the railing, the very picture of casual elegance. A dozen hours of practice wouldn't teach a person what he knew naturally about making an entrance.

But as beautiful as he looked there, something felt—wrong. She narrowed her eyes, examining him as she tried to figure out what was off. His black hair had been tamed and tied at the back of his neck. He was wearing his usual shirt, rough, white linen, and it was unbuttoned, falling open to expose his chest. His dark trousers looked sturdy but worn, as always, tucked into his brown leather boots.

His clothing didn't change much outside of the dreams they shared. She supposed it was because he was stuck wearing what he'd died in, though there were variations in how he wore it. He seemed to be able to remove items that he'd been wearing that night, but not add new things. He rarely wore the jacket, though sometimes he kept on the waistcoat that had gone under it; more often she saw him in just the shirt or nothing covering his chest.

Every time she'd seen him so far, he looked rough, like he'd just ridden into town in an old western, and that day was no exception. There was something sexy about the stubble, the longer hair, even the boots. It all looked normal, or as normal as a ghost could look, so what was different? She realized she was staring and looked away hurriedly, breaking the spell. It occurred to her suddenly that he didn't look much like a banker or a business man. She'd never researched clothing of the time period; would it be Victorian? She'd have to find a way to do some research.

Unfortunately, her phone didn't seem to get very good reception in the house, rarely getting over one bar, and there was no wi-fi. Carson had made an offhand remark one day about how frustrating it was that she couldn't access the Internet in the house, and the professor had explained that it was a common problem.

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