Divorced, Desperate and Dead by Christie Craig

Author:Christie Craig
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense, humor, romantic comedy, sexy, divorce, light paranormal
Publisher: Christie Craig

Chapter Twenty-five

So you’re not afraid of me anymore?

Chloe’s question bounced around Cary’s head. The answer shot back.

Hell, yes. Even more so now.

He looked at her and he felt like a coward for not being the one to say something first, but how did one go about asking if she remembered meeting him in the afterlife?

Cary knew they couldn’t keep talking around it. But damn it, talking about it felt crazy. He met her blue eyes.

“Sorry,” she said. “Maybe I wasn’t supposed to point out the big pink elephant in the room.”

“It’s a crazy elephant.” He ran a hand over his face.

“I know.”

He reached back and rubbed his neck. “I thought it was just a . . . dream.”

“Me, too. Then Dan and your other friend showed up at my door. So I convinced myself that I must have heard something about you being shot. But I had to see for myself. That’s why I went to the hospital.”

“I told myself I must have heard about your accident on the news—that you weren’t blue-eyed and beautiful. Then you walked into my hospital room, knocked me on my ass, and busted my balls.”

She smiled. “I had you down as a retiring cop with a pot belly.”

He studied her. Damn if her smile didn’t just reach down inside his gut. It hit him again, that feeling, as if he wanted to pull her in his arms and hold her, protect her. Not just from the Black Bloods, but from life. The pain of losing her father, the insecurities of having someone she loved kill himself. He wanted to convince her how good she was at writing and make her sit down and pound out the next book and the next.

He put a hand on his stomach. “Sorry to disappoint.”

She went and sat on the sofa, and somehow sensing the invitation, he joined her.

“Were you already a believer?” she asked.

“In Room Six?” he asked.

“No, I mean, not just Room Six, but the afterlife?”

“Yeah. But it still threw me for a loop.”

“Me, too.”

“And when she keeps popping up, I mean, it really makes you question your sanity.”

“Who keeps popping up?” she asked.

Okay, now he was feeling even crazier. “Beatrice Bacon. I keep seeing little ol’ ladies who look like her.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“Probably.” She bit down on her lip. “This might sound bad, but I don’t really want to share this with a lot of people.”

He chuckled. “Oh, hell no. They’d think we were bat-shit crazy.” And he might be, since she hadn’t been seeing any elderly angels.

She nodded and looked right at him. And right then, he didn’t care if he was crazy. Damn she was beautiful. He wanted to kiss her again, but she’d made it clear she wasn’t ready for that. Was he?

“I’m not looking for promises,” she said. “I sort of gave up on that with Jerry.”

He glanced at her and everything inside of him said she deserved promises. She deserved better than Jerry. She deserved better than what he was offering.

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