Must Love Ghosts by Ani Gonzalez

Author:Ani Gonzalez [Gonzalez, Ani]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: FAC Publishing LLC
Published: 2015-09-07T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"CLOSED UNTIL Further Notice."

Mike smiled as he read the pink and orange sign hung on the door of the Banshee Creek Bakery. A sticky note with a large smiley face taped to the bottom explained that the shop "will reopen at nine today, after a good night's sleep."

The Halloween party had exhausted Banshee Creek and the bakery was not the only shop that was closed. Everything was shuttered, the pizza place, the Chinese restaurant, the library. The place looked like a ghost town.

He chuckled. The place was a ghost town, after all.

The only signs of life were the sanitation workers, busy hauling bags of trash into their truck and the guy from Virginia Vintage Motors, who was working on a Tang-colored Honda del Sol.

The black Wrangler was still in the lot, sitting in a corner like a puppy waiting for a new home. But Mike turned away from the metal-clad succubus. He didn't need a souped-up Jeep with a customized motor, no matter how gorgeous it was. He needed a sensible car, something reliable with good gas mileage.

Something solid. Something dependable.

Something that didn't have eighteen-inch rims.

He turned resolutely away from the car lot. It was a gorgeous fall morning, perfect for running. The air was cool and crisp, and he could get a couple of miles under his belt before the bakery opened. He'd planned to pick up some donuts, drop them by Abby's house and go for a run after, but the closed bakery mandated a change of plans. He'd go for a run first, then pick up the donuts.

And he'd avoid the car lot like the plague.

He set off down Main Street at a steady pace, checking Abby's house as he passed Hooded Owl Road. It was dark and quiet. Abby, like most of the town, probably wouldn't get up until noon.

He kept running, increasing his speed, and Main Street quickly turned into Stuckeyville Parkway. Damn, this town was small, but Stuckeyville was gorgeous, a long, winding road flanked by well-kept farms, with the occasional horse or cow to break up the landscape. In less than thirty minutes, he'd already counted half-a-dozen abandoned silos. That was the likely explanation for the barn owl epidemic. No wonder the town was called Banshee Creek, there must be hundreds of screeching owls in the area.

But it wasn't a bad place for settling down. He could tell why Abby liked it here. She'd found a good community where people looked out for one another. True, they were also looking for supernatural critters, but, hey, no one was perfect, right?

He could come up with another reason why Abby would stay in Banshee Creek, but he didn't want to think about that. He picked up speed and ran until he hit a highway, then turned around. This was a tougher run because he was now jogging uphill. It was going to take him longer to return to town.

Which was good because he wasn't looking forward to getting back to town.

Oh, he wanted to get back to Abby.

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