Vickie: Dr. by day. Ghost Whisperer by night (Book 3)

I leaned my head against the window as I stared out into the darkness.  The moisture laden clouds hung low over the mountaintops.  The heavy rain that poured down from the dark masses blanketing the sky made the night so black that even our headlights did little to illuminate our way more than a few yards ahead of us. It was a fitting night that perfectly matched our mood and the occasion.  A dry, bright, and starry night would have been insensitive to the emotions that permeated the car’s interior as Max and I made our way home from an eight-week honeymoon that had been reduced to four weeks by the news that his house had mysteriously burned to the ground.   Upon my insistence that we marry right away, Max scrambled to make arrangements for law and order to be carried on by his office with the same attention given to the area when he was around and then booked us two tickets for Las Vegas. Within a week, we were happy newlyweds.  I k

The following week was relatively uneventful as Max and I settled back into life at the former funeral home that I’d rented.  To my relief, both Angela and Evan were away on a mission, so it was only Megan, Max, and me in the house. To my disappointment, Max was so devastated and preoccupied with his loss that I felt disconnected from him.  It didn’t help that he hadn’t made love to me once since our return.  For a man who’d wanted sex with me on a daily bases more times than I could count since we’d gotten together, this was a shock.When he wasn’t working, Max spent a good deal of time in private conversation with Megan, but I didn’t ask the topic.  Knowing the history between them, I guessed that he was processing the loss of her sister, Melissa, on a permanent basis.  Having her ashes in his possession for all of those years had to make him feel like he still had a part of her with him; becaus

Max dropped me off at the house with the promise to be home in time to take me out for dinner.  I practically skipped into the house and rushed up to my bedroom to freshen up after my impromptu lover’s tryst.As I walked past the porcelain jar containing Mellissa’s ashes when I came out of the bathroom to select a fresh pair of panties, I couldn’t help feeling resentful.  “Why won’t you go away?”“Where would you like me to go, baby?” echoed a man’s voice that came from nowhere.Not only was I freaked out because the voice was a disembodied voice, but it was a familiar one.  I recognized it as the voice that had chuckled so wickedly after doing those things to my body while I slept that afternoon, not so long ago.Too freaked out to take the time to put my panties on and grateful that I’d changed into a sundress so that I was covered, I clutched my panties in my trembling fist and

Instead of taking me to the local motel as I’d expected, Evan drove several hours away and checked us into a four star hotel.  He insisted that he wanted to keep me safe in a place that Max would never think to look.  He immediately called Megan to tell her our location, but, to our surprise, she asked that we keep it to ourselves for fear that the spirits would hear as well. In fact, she refused to stay on longer than necessary for fear that they could trace our whereabouts from the energy connection of the telephone call.I sighed with frustration over the feeling of helplessness that consumed me where Max and that incubus were concerned.Megan had packed an easy week’s worth of clothing for me.  As I began to empty my suitcase, I noticed a few very nice dresses in the mix.“Good,” Evan said as he took the dresses to hang in the closet.  “You have something to wear to dinner tonight.”“I don&

We’d spent a good deal of time talking and working through emotions that had built up since the fire.  When we were finally at peace with what had happened and what was between us, we promised each other that we’d work hard to make our marriage work.  No matter what happened in the past, there was a strong love between us that we were sure could be salvaged and reignited.  We sealed our agreement with blissful, passionate love making.  It was as it used to be… as if we’d never returned from our honeymoon.Waking up from a deep sleep, I felt a need to cuddle, so I rolled over and searched the darkness for my husband.  I was surprised to discover that I had the entire bed to myself.  I opened my eyes and struggled for them to focus on the digital clock.  The red numbers were so bright in the darkness that they hurt my eyes as I waited for the blurriness to clear up.  It was four o’clock in the morning.