Lost in the Light by Mary Castillo

Lost in the Light by Mary Castillo

Author:Mary Castillo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal mystery, time travel romance, gothic romance mystery, womens romance fiction, historical fantasy fiction, gothic mystery books with romance, mystery books in 1920s, mystery books with ghosts
Publisher: Mary Castillo


Chapter Eighteen

"There's someone here to see you."

Dori startled at Gavin's voice. She had just been looking on World Market's website for curtains to hang in the east-facing windows set above the built in cabinets in the pantry.

"Who is it?"

He shrugged. "I didn't ask. She's got dreads and-" He shook his head as if he didn't have the words to describe the rest of Meg.

Dori smiled as she stood up from her chair. "Thanks. I didn't know you'd be here today."

"I just came to check in on the crew this morning. Everything's okay with you?"

"Yeah."

Gavin surveyed the home office she'd set up in the small room off the kitchen. "You got a nice set up here."

Dori couldn't stop the smile from reaching her face. The chestnut cabinets gleamed from her polishing. She'd cleaned the drawers and shelves and then lined them with clear rubber matting. A rug she'd rescued from her storage unit lay on the floor.

"Thanks." She almost told him about her plans to display her milk glass collection in the glass-fronted cabinets, but Gavin stepped out of her tidy sanctuary.

Dori smiled when she found Meg studying the chimney's herringbone pattern of bricks.

"Hey you," Dori called out.

Meg straightened from the chimney, wiping the tip of her nose. "So I heard you were asking around town about me."

"You did?" The morning was bright and chilly. When Dori hugged Meg, she realized she hadn't had any human contact this whole weekend. She'd fallen asleep at the table the night Vicente told her his story and apparently she'd offended him because he'd been quiet these past two days. She could hardly believe it but she actually missed him and his stories.

"Richard from the cemetery called."

Dori only blinked. "So what did he say?"

"Oh, that you were looking for someone who died in the 1930s and you punched out a woman."

"You did?" Gavin asked, startling her a second time this morning. She thought he'd gone down into the basement.

Caught between them, Dori bit her lip and then said, "Yeah, she threatened my grammy and so I-"

Meg removed her giant sunglasses, her eyes wide with delight. "You really punched a woman at the cemetery?"

Dori cleared her throat. "It got a little uh-" She almost said rough and instead rubbed the tip of her cold, numb nose. "They had to call an ambulance."

"I wish I'd been there to see it," Gavin said.

"Me, too," Meg purred. Dori looked at her, noting the sudden deepening of her voice.

She stepped forward, offering her hand to Gavin. "I'm Meg."

"Gavin." Staring into each other's eyes, they shook hands.

"Gavin is working on the foundation," Dori said. They let go, and her breath caught in her throat.

"And the staircase and your roof," Gavin added.

"Very nice," Meg said, and from the way she said it, Dori wasn't so sure she was talking about the house.

"I'll leave you ladies to it."

Meg sighed as he walked into the house. "So you have the day off?" Dori asked.

"I do, and I brought this." Meg held up a professional camera.



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