Ghost Touch: A ghost suspense story (Touched by Afterlife Book 1) by LA Dragoni

Author:LA Dragoni [Dragoni, LA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-30T23:00:00+00:00

FOURTEEN

“Thank the Lord for pizza delivery.” Dex threw his wadded-up napkin onto his plate and took Tamara’s plate from her lap.

“Here. Here.”

They’d slept most of the day, waking occasionally to scavenge for food. By the time the nightly news started, they were out of food, and awake enough to care.

“Okay,” Dex said, returning from the kitchen. “How are we going to keep them off of you tonight?”

“We have to stay inside.”

“Oh, right. The whole permission to enter thing.” Dex shook a finger at her. “You are smart.”

She laughed. “Not really. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have a barn full of ghosts.”

“It isn’t like you being smart or not has anything to do with the haunting.”

Tamara shrugged and stood. “Lemonade?”

Dex nodded and followed her to the kitchen.

“What was it like?” Tamara handed him a frosty glass of lemonade and leaned against the counter. “The void?”

A dark expression clouded Dex’s face and he shuddered. He stared out the kitchen window for a while, then set his glass on the counter and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Otherworldly.”

“That’s it?” Tamara didn’t like the look on his face. It was haunted—times infinity. Though she knew she should be worried for Dex—and she was, honestly—but she was thinking of Cal. How he’d already spent a hundred years in there.

“You know how Ron Weasley described his encounter with the Dementors?”

“Yeah, something like he felt he’d never be cheerful again.” Her bad attempt at an English accent pulled a smile out of Dexter.

“Well, that begins to explain the void. Except instead of cheerful, it’s a loss of substance. Indescribable emptiness.” Dexter shivered and shook his head. “I can’t even begin to do it justice.”

Tamara stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. “I’m so sorry I pulled you into this.”

Dex wrapped his long arms tight around her. His embrace felt desperate, scared. “It wasn’t your fault that I ended up there. That was my own fault for not watching the time.” Dex jumped as if startled by something. “Speaking of.”

Tamara turned to find Cal looking in the window at them. Well, she assumed it was Cal by the hat perched on his head.

“Holy shit,” Dex breathed.

“Yeah.”

She raced to the door and flung it open. “Come inside, Cal.”

He removed his hat as he entered through the door she held open for him. His blond hair fell forward when he dipped his head in greeting. “Ma’am.”

So many questions rattled inside her head at once and she wasn’t sure which to pluck out first.

“Do you need an invitation each time?” Though the least important question she had, she decided to start with it to give herself a little extra time to absorb his appearance. “And what do you mean, ma’am?”

Cal stood awkwardly between them in the middle of the kitchen. He was only about an inch shorter than Dex, but much leaner in build. Though his clothes were still threadbare, and moth eaten, Tamara could appreciate what they did to accent his trim frame.

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