Sinister Summer: A Ghost Story Romance & Mystery (Wicks Hollow Book 1) by Colleen Gleason

Author:Colleen Gleason [Gleason, Colleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781944665418
Publisher: Avid Press
Published: 2018-02-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The next evening, Diana was in the kitchen making pasta for dinner. She’d spent most of the day working—responding to emails, reviewing documents from the office, and beginning to schedule depositions for the AXT case.

As she tossed her serving of bucatini with garlic and oil, she realized she kept glancing at the ugly black phone, half expecting its shrill ring.

Of course Ethan hadn’t called. She hadn’t expected him to.

Because he wouldn’t.

He’d just come over and walk right into the house, she thought with a sudden smile.

She touched her lips, remembering that long, hot kiss. No, he didn’t have any reason to come here. Not while she was still tied up with Jonathan. And even if she wasn’t.

It was only a kiss. One, simple, hot, crazy kiss.

But the quivers in her belly made her think maybe it hadn’t been so simple.

Jonathan hadn’t called since Ethan answered the phone late last night, and she wasn’t certain how she felt about that.

She wasn’t certain how she felt about anything regarding Jonathan anymore. In fact, she was rather enjoying her life without him in it. She hadn’t missed him at all.

He was, she’d realized, a lot of work.

Not only that, but she was beginning to feel very much at home in this restful lake house. Far more than she ever thought she would, coming from an exciting, rewarding, high-speed job in the big city. Despite the odd things that had been happening, she was actually enjoying the opportunity to relax and be carefree.

The thought struck her: The Fool.

It was the first card she’d seen from the Tarot deck. And hadn’t her first thought upon seeing it been that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt as carefree as the Fool seemed?

A shiver ran across the back of her shoulders and the hair on the nape of her neck prickled. She placed her dinner on the table and contemplated the absurd, ludicrous, impossible thought that the card—which had fallen randomly from the deck—had a pointed meaning in her life.

Besides…soon she’d be back at McNillan—in another two weeks at the absolute latest—and she’d have to decide what to do about the house. Did she really want to have to maintain and manage the property from Chicago?

But if she sold it, she’d feel a little like she was betraying Aunt Jean.

Don’t sell the house, she thought suddenly. It would make a nice retreat. It’s not that far from Chicago—only a few hours, and it would be nice to have a place to take the kids—

Whoa. What? She tried to stop the thought, but it roared in from nowhere and would not be ignored—instead, settling in her mind like a stubborn anchor.

Two children, she thought, her mind galloping off—maybe three. And suddenly, a picture—as clear and tangible as a photograph—flashed into her mind: two small dark-haired boys and a toddling little girl chasing a big, dark dog, and Diana herself laughing at them, joining the chase over an expanse of green grass—

A big dog? She didn’t even like dogs.

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