“And you own mine.”
His brow furrowed.
Was he in pain? Or worried? She couldn’t tell.
But then he smiled. “I have faith that you can make this visit with the spirits successful. Do your very best. You may have to change the way you think, but trust me, itwill be worth it in the end.”
She dropped her arms. “Well, if that isn’t as clear as mud.”
He laughed, the sound filling her with happiness once again.
“Are you ready for me to phase through you?”
“You have to leave already?” Her heart squeezed. Every moment with him was a joy she didn’t experience the rest of the year.
“I’m afraid so, hen. My ability to stay with you even this long and notrisk becoming a ghost is because I’m protected by my superior for mere minutes. But I’ll be back after you finish whipping my spirits into shape.”
Though he smiled, she could tell leaving her upset him as much as it upset her. It made her more confident that he’d return at the end of the night. “I’ll send them back to you all fixed and ship-shape.”
“I know I can count on you. Now close youreyes.”
She stared at him a moment longer, memorizing his face as it was, the love in his eyes a soothing balm to her loneliness. Then she closed her eyes and waited. Two seconds later, she felt him move through her. It wasn’t just his scent that filled her, but his very essence. No one could know what that was like.
The exact moment she felt him leave her body, she opened her eyes and lookedup, but all she saw was his lower half floating through the ceiling. She grinned. She just loved that Scotsmen wore nothing beneath their kilts.
She looked down at Mac, who had curled up on his chair and tucked his nose beneath his tail to settle in for an evening nap. “Well, a lot of company you’re going to be. Good thing I’ve guests arriving.”
Glancing at the tree, she groaned. And a treeto fix, clothes to change into and dinner to eat before they arrived. She glanced once more at the cat before throwing her arms up and stalking back to the tree.
