Crossroads Showdown by Keta Diablo

Author:Keta Diablo [Diablo, Keta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Source: AllRomanceEbooks, M/M BDSM Suspense
ISBN: 9781926965659
Publisher: Books We Love Spice
Published: 2009-11-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

A room steamier than a sauna hit Frank in the face when he stepped into the bathroom. Hot water poured from the showerhead. "How the hell... sorry, how on Earth did you turn the water on?"

Silence met him. Overhead, Betsy twirled in a circle. Due to the heavy layer of steam, Frank had no idea if Ghost-girl still occupied the room. Grabbing the door handle, he pushed and pulled in an attempt to scoot the mist out the door.

When the vapor cleared he looked toward the ceiling and gasped. Light energy huddled above the marble tiles of the shower and surrounded his little ghost. She blinked her round, blue eyes and watched him. Tucked behind her ears, long, pale hair fell over her shoulders, so white he couldn't classify the shade as blonde. Angelic all right, there were no other words to describe her features. Her tiny face, heart shaped, and a chin that was almost pointed. A pert, upturned nose rested above plump lips and her eyes loomed enormously large compared to her other features.

"I'm Frank," he said and thought he sounded like a fool. "You finally decided to come out and meet me. That's great."

She blinked again and moved her gaze to Betsy.

"You want to hold the doll?" Hot water trickled from the showerhead again. "Oh, no, don't start up the water again. I finally got the room cleared. Here," he said, digging the key to the handcuffs out of his pocket. He unlocked the cuffs and held the doll out in her direction.

"Let's make a deal. If I let you hold Betsy, are you going to take off on me?" Without moving his head, Frank watched the showerhead and prayed it wouldn't begin to drip again. "Okay, good." He held the doll up. "It's okay, you're safe. Take her, take Betsy."

A tiny arm came out and grabbed the doll. She held it to her chest, looked down at the doll and smiled. His heart wrenched. Like her, the smile embodied innocence. Similar to a dragonfly in flight, Ghost-girl flitted from the ceiling and landed on the sink. Frank held his breath and wondered what came next. Other than watching Rand and his sister Marlow grow up, he didn't have much experience with children. The spirit-child lifted a hand and with her finger etched out letters in the steam-covered mirror. When she finished, she turned and studied him again.

He stepped forward and leaned in. "Your name is Cricket?"

She crooked a finger, turned to the mirror again and wrote some letters beneath her name.

Frank squinted. "Christine? Your name is Cricket Christine?"

She shook her head.

Puzzled, Frank stared at the letters for a while. "Your name is Christine, but they call you Cricket?"

She blessed him with another smile.

Damn, he wondered if angels had descended from the sky and shot an arrow into his heart. The girl-child had totally stolen his. "Good, this is very good. Just so we have an understanding now. You don't need to start up the water or turn my wipers on.

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