Ghostly Deceits - Part 9
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Part 9

"Because I can't get enough of you," Jared corrected. "I don't want to be away from you one second longer than I have to be. That's not one day. That's every single day. Sure, some of that can be attributed to the heady early days of a new relationship, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to want to be around you for a good long while."

"Even if I make fun of your nipples?"

"Even if," Jared said, tracing the line of her angular jaw. "You make me happy. I hope I make you happy."

"I haven't been this happy in a really long time," Harper said.

"Good." Jared lowered his mouth and planted a hot kiss on Harper, dragging her as close as he could without absorbing her inside of him. They were lost in the moment, the outside world disappearing, and then someone cleared their throat a few feet away.

Jared shifted his eyes to the garden path and found Josh watching them with an impish grin. "What do you want?"

"Am I interrupting something?" Josh asked, feigning innocence.

"You have the worst timing ever," Jared said.

"I know," Josh said, his smile slipping. "I know you're not going to like this, but I need a favor."

"Oh, well, great," Jared muttered. "I can already tell this is going to suck."

TEN.

"Why would I do you a favor after you interrupted me and my girl?" Jared asked, keeping his arm around Harper's waist as he regarded Josh. "Seriously, I was in a happy, happy place."

"I saw that," Josh said. "I waited as long as I could. You guys appeared to be having a deep discussion. Then you swung her around like a high school jock celebrating a touchdown. Then you started making out.

"I was afraid it was going to go further so I had to interrupt you," he continued. "I'm truly sorry ... mostly because I was hoping for nudity."

"You're such a pig," Jared snapped.

"That's because you encourage him," Harper said. "What's going on, Josh? Is something wrong?"

"Yes and no," Josh replied, tugging a restless hand through his hair. "Did you see the weather report?"

"We noticed the sky," Jared said, pointing. "The Weather Channel app says the storm is still two hours away but that when it gets here it's going to be a two-day soaker."

"It's technically three different storm systems," Josh said. "It will have the same outcome, though."

"You always have to be right, don't you?"

"Look who's talking," Josh shot back. "I really did come down here for a reason other than spying on you and Harper, that is."

"What's the reason?" Jared asked.

"We have a shipment of wine sitting at the dock in New Baltimore," Josh replied. "It's supposed to come over with tomorrow's ferry because we can't spare someone to pick it up, but if the storm is too bad, there won't be a ferry."

"Oh," Jared said, realization dawning. "You want me to pick it up, don't you?"

"I know it's a lot to ask when you're on vacation with the prettiest girl in the world, but I'm pretty much desperate," Josh said. "We're not going to run out of wine tonight, but if the storm does hang on and is as brutal as they say, the ferry won't be running and we're going to run out of wine tomorrow."

"What's the big deal?" Harper questioned. "You have plenty of other liquor. Can't they drink something else?"

"I don't know if you saw that display at the body discovery this morning, but these are not normal people," Josh said. "Don't get me wrong, I think they're funny and endearing. I've never seen anything like that in my life, though. They took their investigation very seriously.

"Now, if they take a fake investigation that seriously, what's going to happen if I run out of red wine?" he asked.

"That's a very good point," Jared said, shifting his eyes to Harper. "Can I make it to New Baltimore and back before the storm hits?"

"It shouldn't be a problem," Josh said. "You're going to have to leave now, though."

"Okay." Jared moved to walk up the pathway, but Harper grabbed his hand. "What?"

"I'll come with you."

"No, you stay here," Jared said. "The roads might be dodgy and you're a distraction when the weather is perfect. Besides, I brought my truck. I need to put the crate somewhere so it doesn't get wet and the easiest place is in the pa.s.senger seat."

"I didn't think of that," Harper said. "What if you get lost, though? You don't know the area very well."

"It's right at the dock, Harper," Josh supplied. "He'll pull off the ferry, stop at the first building, show the worker the order form I'm going to give him and then pull right back onto the ferry. He shouldn't be gone more than an hour."

"I still think I should go," Harper pressed.

"I think you're cute when you worry, but you should stay here," Jared said. "You're not going to have a lot of time to splash around in the lake. Take the next hour and have your fun, because the only place you're going to be splashing after that is that tub."

Harper tried to rein in her smile, but she couldn't muster the energy. "Do you promise to be careful?"

"I promise," Jared said, leaning forward so he could give her a soft kiss. "You probably won't even miss me."

"I don't think that's true," Harper said. "Be careful, though. Take your time driving back. Don't rush on my account."

"You're the only reason I would rush, Heart," Jared said, tugging on a strand of her hair. "I'll be back before you know it."

"DO you want me to stay out here with you?" Josh asked Harper twenty minutes later, glancing at the darkening sky. "I think the storm is going to get here before the weather forecasters predicted."

"Jared won't get stuck in New Baltimore, will he?" Harper asked. "I mean ... he'll get back to this side without a problem, right?"

"It's rush hour, Harper," Josh said. "People are coming home from work. If the ferry didn't transport people, the officials who run the service would never hear the end of it. I promise he'll come back."

"I hope so," Harper said, her tone reflecting worry instead of hope. "You don't have to wait for me. I'm going to spend five more minutes looking around and then head back."

"Are you sure?" Josh pressed. "I can wait and walk you back if you're afraid of being out here alone."

"You seem to forget I run ghost tours and scare people for a living," Harper said. "I don't scare easily. I'll be fine."

"I know," Josh said, unmoved by Harper's blase att.i.tude. "Jared wouldn't forgive me if something happened to you, though."

"What's going to happen to me?"

"I don't know," Josh said. "What if you fall in the lake and drown?"

"I promise to put my shoes on without dallying and head up," Harper said, giving in just as the wind started whipping itself into a frenzy. "You need to go up now, though. Your guests are probably worried and they're going to need someone to corral them.

"In fact, if you've hidden clues outside for the game, you might want to collect them now," she continued. "If you don't, I think you're going to lose them."

"That's a very good point," Josh said. "You've got fifteen minutes to get your cute little behind up to the hotel. If I don't see you there in that time, I'm sending out a search party and tattling to Jared when he gets back."

"That's not a very adult thing to do."

"Yes, well, Jared is going to kill me if something happens to you," Josh replied. "I would rather tattle on you than lose my life. Be quick about this. I honestly think this storm is going to be a doozy."

"I'm kind of excited," Harper said. "I love a good storm."

"Then I think you're in for a treat."

JARED WAS WORRIED. The ferry officials ushered him onto the platform without hesitation, but the tug didn't leave on time. Finally, Jared couldn't take not knowing what was going on so he approached the officials. They had their heads bent together as they studied the choppy waves.

"What's going on?" Jared asked. "Why aren't we moving?"

"A storm is coming," one of the men said. "It's going to be a big one."

"I noticed that," Jared said. "We have time to get to the island, though. If you wait much longer, we might not make it."

"We're trying to get as many commuters on the ferry as possible," the man said. "Whatever happens, this is going to be the last ferry. Once this tug pulls away, everyone on that island is stuck there for tonight possibly tomorrow, too and everyone on this side is going to be separated from their loved ones if they need to get over there."

Harper's face floated into Jared's field of vision. "I need to get over there and I'm scared that you're not going to leave when it's time. We should leave now."

"I've been doing this fifteen years," the man said. "We can wait fifteen minutes."

Jared was frustrated. "If I don't get back over there my girlfriend is going to be stranded alone."

"Do you think you're the only one with that problem?"

"No," Jared said. "I do think I need to get over there, though."

"Son, we're doing the best we can," the man said. "Get back in your vehicle. The rain is almost here. We'll leave as soon as humanly possible."

Jared could only hope that was true. If he was separated from Harper because of this storm, he was definitely going to beat up Josh.

"WHAT IS THAT NOISE?" Zander asked, screeching through the phone as Harper pressed it to her ear during the walk back to the Stokes Hotel. "It sounds like you're in a tornado."

"You're not far off," Harper said. "There's a huge storm heading this way. You're safe, right?"

"I'm fine, Harp," Zander said. She could practically see him rolling his eyes through the phone. "Storms always. .h.i.t worse on the water than they do on land. Where are you?"

"Walking back to the hotel."

"In the middle of a storm?"

"It's not storming yet," Harper replied. "It will be soon, though. Jared had to go to New Baltimore to pick up a case of wine so we don't run out and I'm really worried he's not going to make it back before they shut down the ferry."

"It's going to be okay, Harp," Zander said. "Even if Jared does get stranded, you have your own room and you're at a fake murder event. It's not a real one so there's no reason to get worked up."

"I'm not worked up."

"You sound worked up."

"I might be a little worked up," Harper conceded after a beat. "It's not about the storm, though."

"Okay, I'll bite," Zander said. "What's troubling you?"

"Jared told his friend's father that he's considering staying in Whisper Cove no matter what now." Zander was so quiet on the other end of the phone Harper worried she'd lost him. "Zander?"

"I'm here," Zander said, recovering quickly. "How do you feel about that? Are you happy?"

"I'm ... torn," Harper said. "On one hand, if he stays in Whisper Cove we'll be close to one another all the time. I like that. On the other, he's always dreamed about being a cop in a grittier city."

"Even if he takes a job in Detroit or Warren, he'll still be able to commute to Whisper Cove," Zander pointed out. "It's not the end of the world."

"He said that, too," Harper acknowledged. "The other part that worries me is that he would be safer in Whisper Cove. The past few months notwithstanding, our crime is generally a lot less violent. I don't want to worry about him not coming home."

"Because Quinn never came home," Zander supplied, referring to Harper's former boyfriend who disappeared after a car accident and was presumed dead. She searched for his ghost for months, convinced he was wandering the countryside looking for peace. She never found him. The police said he lost too much blood and the injuries he sustained would've been catastrophic. She knew he was dead. She still worried his spirit was out there.

"I know it's wrong to say because Quinn was a good guy, but I never cared about him the same way I care about Jared," Harper said. "It's early, but ... I like him."

"I know you like him," Zander said dryly. "Trust me. The whole town knows you like him. He likes you, too. It would be great if he stayed in Whisper Cove. That's what you want. Why are you worried about this?"

"Because I'm afraid it's not what he really wants and he'll end up resenting me if he stays and misses out on his chance to do something bigger," Harper said.

"Harp, I ... ." Zander didn't get a chance to finish his statement because Harper lost her signal at the same moment a huge bolt of lightning landed in the field across the road from the hotel.

Harper's eyebrows flew up as she scanned the area, her heart rolling when she saw a figure standing close to the edge of the road. Harper moved in that direction without thinking things through and she was almost on top of the woman before she realized she could see through her.

"Oh, c.r.a.p," Harper muttered, staring the ghost down. Up close she was pretty beautiful even. She had long auburn hair and sad blue eyes. "Are you lost?"

The ghost didn't respond.

"I can't stay out here," Harper said. "The storm is almost here. I'll come back to help you when it pa.s.ses. I promise. Where will you be?"

The ghost didn't speak. Instead she pointed in the direction of the cemetery and Harper shot her a wry smile.

"Of course. You're in the cemetery."

A terrific roar of thunder washed over Harper, echoing against the water as the waves beat against the sh.o.r.eline's rocky coast.