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Cozy Christmas Shorts: 11 Holiday Short Story Collection by NY Times, USA Today, and national bestselling authors
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Cozy Christmas Shorts: holiday short story collection

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Christmas Canapés & Sabotage (Culinary Competition Mysteries) by Janel Gradowski

A (Gingerbread) Diorama of Death (Helen Binney Mysteries) by Gin Jones

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Maggie Phillips is fine—just ask her. So what if two psychos tried to do her in and her business is all but dead, she never wanted to be the laundry hag to begin with, so why should she mourn her tattered reputation? With spring comes a fresh start, garage sale season and the birth of her brother’s first child. Life goes on even if cleaning has lost its luster and the sight of her scarred hands brings back horrific memories.

Help is on the way, whether she wants it or not. When Maggie’s mother-in-law asks her to assist with renovations to their project house in upstate New York, she smells a rat. Matters become murkier when Laura casually tells the former laundry hag to “see to that pesky ghost,” like the phantom is ring around the bathtub. But both Neil and Sylvia are eager to undertake the zany task and really, what else does she have to do?

How about solve a two decade old murder, find a few long lost relatives, fix her mental hang-ups and reconnect with the husband she’s pushed away. And if she has any time to spare, maybe she can even survive a pissed-off apparition and keep it from finishing the job the last two killers started Third time’s the charm…right?

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“Maggie dear, so nice to see you.” Laura did that little faux kiss thing on my cheek. Didn’t actually press her lips to my skin—for fear of smudging her nude lip gloss no doubt—but more of a weird cheek to cheek peck gesture that I supposed denoted affection in birds of prey. I stifled a shudder. It wasn’t wise to stand so close, and one hand covered my heart in case she decided to rip it free from my chest and eat it before my eyes. I could almost see the blood drip down her cashmere twinset. Corporate attorneys did things like that.

Luckily, my mother-in-law turned her attention to Sylvia, who was resplendent in her simple black cocktail dress and heels. “And Sylvia, how are you?”

“Very well, thank you.” Sylvia was too poised to shift nervously from foot to foot, so I did it for her. I smelled a rat in the elegant townhouse. Just what was Laura up to? I glanced around for Leo, my inside man. Unfortunately, he was nowhere in sight.

“Hello sweetheart.” Ralph pulled me into a hug. I still wasn’t sure if he knew my name, since he called every woman he encountered sweetheart. His hand traveled down to my ass and he gave me a little tap there. I recoiled and pressed my backside into the wall. Had I really convinced Neil that dinner with his parents was a good idea? Stupid, stupid laundry hag.

Laura glowered at her husband as he gave Sylvia the same treatment. She squeaked and backed away, too. Ralph smiled and sipped clear liquid from his highball glass. “Who wants a drink?” he asked as he headed for the drawing room.

“Honestly Ralph, I’m amazed we don’t have a slew of sexual harassment lawsuits, the way you behave.” How a sexist man-pig like Ralph and a militant feminist like Laura made a marriage work was one of life’s great mysteries. Equally mind boggling, how had their DNA managed to combine into Neil’s utter perfection?

I took a quick look at Mr. Perfect—who was still ignoring me. Usually when we suffered through dinner with his parents, we’d exchange knowing glances and small smiles. On one memorable occasion we’d played footsie under the mammoth dining room table while his mother bitched about a client. But Neil’s halo was a tad tarnished and while I wouldn’t accuse him of sulking, he was definitely giving me the cold shoulder. Fine, I’d leave him to it, as long as I could anyway. We hadn’t exchanged two words since the hospital debacle and I felt a little sick. This was more than a rough patch. He’d driven the boys separately in his truck while Sylvia and I carpooled in my Mini, so we could speculate why Laura had summoned us.

Kenny and Josh took center stage while the adults sipped martinis. Their retelling of my encounter with Frau Badass was both overblown and hilarious.

“And we saw Aunt Penny’s booby!” Kenny announced, clearly scandalized.

I wondered how much Botox my mother-in-law consumed in a year. It must be considerable, what with the amount of frowning she did. In her late fifties, Laura’s skin was still mostly smooth, so either she’d sold whatever passed for her soul to Satan or she spent the equivalent of a third world country’s GNP on the stuff.

Still no sign of Leo. I knew from experience that the dragon lady would think me rude if I just came out and asked for him. Leo was the help, not family, after all. Maybe I ought to excuse myself to the little girl’s room and then peek into the kitchen. There’d be holy hell to pay if I got caught, but better to beg forgiveness than ask permission, right?

“Maggie, did you hear me?” Laura’s tone was sharp.

“No, sorry.” I drained my martini glass for fortification.

Laura’s hazel-green eyes—so much like her son’s but oh so much older—narrowed. “I said,” she clipped out in a brittle tone, obviously irritated that I missed the memo the first time, “that we just purchased a lovely little place on the Delaware River.”

“Oh?” I feigned interest as best I could. Laura and Ralph bought real estate for a hobby and since the Great Recession, they seemed to acquire a new place every few months. Some they renovated and sold, others they rented, still others they donated to the local municipalities as halfway houses or battered women’s shelters. They went through houses like I went through tissues, so I couldn’t get too worked up about it and not look like the poor relation.

Laura’s world was martinis and investment properties. Mine was Walmart and brawling in the maternity ward. Who was I kidding, I was the burned, leafless branch of the Phillips family tree. More of a diseased stick than an actual branch.

Laura stared at me expectantly. What the hell was I supposed to say here? Mazel tov didn’t seem appropriate. Good for you sounded like a kiss off. “That’s great,” I said like a total goober.

Her expression soured. “Yes, it is great.”

Had I really thought coming here was a good idea?

Sylvia, sweetheart that she was, rode to my rescue. “Is the property on the water?”

Laura rotated toward my friend, warming to her topic. “Nearby, with a terrific view and access, but no, it’s not right on the water. That’s why we got it for a song.”

“That, and it’s haunted,” Ralph put in.

“Haunted?” Josh asked skeptically, the way only a twelve year old boy can.

“Cool!” Kenny crowed. “Was there a grisly murder there or something?”

“Pish. There’s no such thing as a haunted house.” Laura dismissed the ghost with the same nonchalance she did interns at her law firm.

“Of course, pet. But the legend that surrounds the place is what kept the price down. And will be exactly the sort of story that will help sell it. Once you take care of the lost soul of course.” Ralph saluted the room with his glass.
It took me a minute to realize that I was the you he meant. “Me?” I squeaked.

Ralph and Laura both stared at me expectantly. “You and Sylvia, of course.”

Sylvia looked as poleaxed as I felt. “What?”
Laura’s perfectly sculpted brows drew together. “I thought that was what you did with your new business. Neil mentioned something about cleaning up spirits.”

I blinked. Opened my mouth, then shut it. Cleaning up spirits? That sounded like mopping the floor of a bar. But they’d purchased a haunted house, not a tavern. My head swiveled toward my husband. Heat suffused his cheeks along the path of his sharp cheekbones. Slowly, he turned and met my incredulous stare. My first thought was that this was some twisted sort of revenge for the dinner or the hospital or the lack of lovin’, but Neil wasn’t that petty.

At least I didn’t think so.

Steam must have billowed from my nostrils, because his eyes went wide. Never one to back down from a fight, his chin went up and he met and held my gaze.

I fired the opening salvo. “You told your mother that we were ghost hunters?” I asked, my tone deliberately even to counteract the ridiculous statement.

Neil shook his head with vehemence. “No.” At Laura’s sharp inhale, he hastily tagged on, “Not exactly, anyway.”

I gave him my best squinty-eyed death stare. “What do you mean, not exactly?”

A lesser man would have scrambled around until he wormed his way out of the awkward situation. Neil drummed his fingers on his knee as he picked his words with care. “I’d mentioned that you were thinking of going into business with Sylvia. And that she would specialize in a spiritual cleanse. Those were her words exactly.”

“Right,” I said slowly. “But it was just an idea. We haven’t had time to come up with a business plan or anything. And just how did we get from talking about assisting Chi to cleaning up spirits?”

Laura looked as confused as her Botox treatments would allow. “Isn’t that the same thing?”

Sylvia started to shake her head and then paused, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I guess—”

I stood up before she could utter another word. “Neil, Sylvia, could I talk to you privately for a minute?” Without waiting for a reply, I strode from the room, a ship under full sail.

My husband and my business partner followed at a more sedate pace.

“Maggie,” Neil began, but I cut him off with a sharp hand gesture.

“Is this because I won’t have sex with you?” I blurted, before I thought better of it.

A muscle jumped in his jaw. “Sylvia, give us a minute.”

She turned to go but I gripped her like a lifeline. Tired and upset and betrayed, I didn’t want to be alone with him, not in the volatile mood we were both in.

He glanced at my grip on her arm, then back to my face. “Calm down,” he said.

Oh man, he knew better than to tell me to calm down. “You’re doomed,” I told him through gritted teeth. I didn’t know how or when, but that much was certain.

“If you’ll just listen—”

“Doomed,” I repeated as the fury grew into a raging inferno, the kind of crazy that ate the sanity right out of a body.

Neil stared at me for a minute as though he’d never seen me before, then turned and walked away.

The anger evaporated as suddenly as it had come on and I sank down against the wall.

“Maggie, are you all right?” Sylvia asked me.

The short answer was no, I sure as hell wasn’t all right. But the thought of putting words to something I didn’t fully comprehend….I just shook my head. “Give me a minute.”

She knelt down beside me, oblivious to her dress or the cold that seeped through the tile floor. Her quiet, undemanding presence soothed my frazzled nerves. Distantly, I heard the clanking in the kitchen, pots and pans, the low murmur of conversation, the steady bustle of feet as the drones buzzed about doing the queen bee’s bidding.

“A freaking ghost?” I said to Sylvia.

Her low chuckle made me smile. “You have to admit, it’s different. And it was sweet of her to think of us.”

Poor misguided Sylvia, always seeing the best in people. Laura would grind her bones into paste for a light evening repast. “No, it certainly wasn’t sweet. It’s a pity job.”

She squeezed my arm. “Maybe, but it’s also a paying job.”

“Family wages,” I muttered. “No reward is worth the grief. Besides, you’re a life coach now, right?”

She winced. “Yeah, about that. I don’t think it’s going to work out. I don’t feel like I have the right to tell people how to live when I can’t get my own life together.”

Well, that made one of us. “Okay, but what the hell could we do about a ghost infestation? It’s not like there are humane traps for disembodied spirits at the local hardware store.”

“Fly paper?” Sylvia asked with a grin.

“Hell, we could just make one out of duct tape.” I smiled at the thought of pissed off ghost stuck to a giant silver hag-spun web.

She nodded. “This might be a good trial run, to see if the two of us actually can work together. If we can’t, well, then we’ll know and won’t lose our shirts on a doomed experiment.”

“So, you catch them and I’ll tidy their graves? Nothing ruins the death experience like mold and mildew.”

Our laughter was interrupted by the smart click of heels. “What on earth is going on here?”

“Just a business meeting.” I hefted myself off the floor. “Laura, I’m not sure what you thought we could do about your…um….ghost, but—”

She cut me off with a sharp gesture. “Maggie, you don’t need to do anything.”

I blinked. “No? Then why—?”

“You’re the placebo.”

“What?”

Laura rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t matter what you do there, so long as people think you are doing something worthwhile. I already have Leo working PR with the local paper. They’re going to do a story on the revitalization of a haunted house.”

Well, that explained where Leo was, but I still didn’t understand what I could do about a haunted house. “So, why do you need us?”

A slow grin spread across Sylvia’s features. “To make it look like we’re doing something about the ghost, even if we can’t. That way, you can dispel the rumors and tell people the ghost has been dealt with at the same time as you get the word out. A total win-win. That’s brilliant, Laura.”

“In any case, there isn’t a ghost.” Laura’s hands went to her slim hips. “But people are seldom interested in the truth. It’s the notoriety of it all that’s the real gold mine. So. What do you say, ladies?”

Sylvia actually bounced on the balls of her feet but I put a staying hand on her arm. Being impulsive had hurt me before and I had too much at stake to make a snap decision. With a metric ton of baggage to consider, I needed to hash things out with Neil before we committed to anything.
I squared my shoulders and met my mother-in-law’s gaze, full on. “We’ll let you know.”

****

“Hey.” I found Neil in the miniscule back garden.

“Hey yourself.” He took a pull from his beer—God alone knew where he’d found it—but he didn’t look at me.

There was enough space on the bench for me to sit next to him, but I had to know something first. “On a scale of one to ten, one being miffed and ten being you want my guts for garters, how angry are you?”

He didn’t smile and his voice was level as he said, “Don’t have too much use for garters myself.”

Joking was good, or at least it was better than yelling or cold silence. I sat beside him, not quiet touching but close enough to share body heat. The damp spring air cooled my flushed face. Or maybe after a day full of Walmart, hospitals and my in-laws, I simply needed the reprieve a hidden garden offered.

“I used to come out here whenever it got to be too much in there.” Neil indicated the house with his beer bottle.

“Did you?” He’d never told me that before. “Did it help?”

He nodded. “Sometimes. Like if I failed a test and mom was on the warpath. Other times, not so much. Like when Dad had a new mistress.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “Your father had an affair? Did Laura know?” I couldn’t imagine that she would know and Ralph would still have all his body parts attached.

“Not just one. Multiple women. Not constantly, but often enough. He was always discrete about it, but I could tell when the pattern started up again. Hang-up phone calls, nights when he stayed too late at the office, shit like that. And if I knew, I’m positive she did.”

“Holy frigging crap,” I muttered. My heart went out to my husband. In my mind’s eye I could see him, a scared kid, maybe the same age as Josh was now, perched all alone in the darkness and worried about what would happen with his family. And the overused organ in my chest ached for the man I’d met years before, a father with two beautiful children of his own whose first wife had cheated on him in the same par for the course, cavalier way. And for maybe the first time, I felt a pang of sympathy for my mother-in law, too.

Neil polished off his beer. “The worst part, though, was that if she did know, she didn’t do anything about it. You know my mother, she gets results. That was what I used to think about when I sat out here. Not why he did what he did, but why she didn’t put a stop to it. In the end, I don’t think it really mattered to her. They got married for my sake but as to actually being a family, well…she just wasn’t interested. ”

“God, Neil.” I took his warm hand between my cold ones and squeezed. In the dark I couldn’t see my mangled hands, but it wouldn’t matter if I could. My man needed me and I wished fervently I had more to offer him.

“I hadn’t thought about all that for a long time. Maybe because I don’t run away and hide from problems anymore. Maybe because I’m like her and I’m used to doing, to getting results, even if they aren’t the ones I intended.” His tone was rueful, but he squeezed my hand before withdrawing his own. “You used to make it so easy for me, Maggie. You never once hesitated to tell me what was on your mind or in your heart. I think I took it for granted a little bit. That you would always be you.”

“I’m still me,” I assured him, though I had my doubts. “I haven’t changed since high school.”

There was anguish in his voice as he answered—a sort of hoarse rasp that scraped along my every nerve ending. “Yes, you have. And it’s my fault. I couldn’t protect you from it, from what happened with the Klines or the Valentinos. You were hurt because I didn’t stop it and it’s affected you. How could it not? You were always so strong, so capable, and now….”

I’m broken, I thought, but couldn’t say it. Didn’t need to say it. The words sat there between us in the expanding gulf that kept us both from being who we were meant to be.

He turned to look at me and I could barely make out his profile in the darkness. “You’re afraid and I don’t blame you. I blame me. It was my job to keep you safe and I let you down. That will haunt me forever. I don’t know what to do to help you. And you…you don’t seem at all interested in helping me figure out how to make it right.”

Lord have mercy. Emotions warred within me, fear, anger, guilt, but most of all a wrenching tenderness for the man beside me. A man who wasn’t afraid to take the entire weight of my baggage onto his massive shoulders. He loved me that much and I owed him so much more than I’d given him lately.

And what as worse, he was right. As stupid as it was, deep down I did blame him for not protecting me. Not the way I blamed myself, but I’d had endless hours of recovery to imagine ways it all could have been different. To wonder what if. What if I hadn’t involved myself with the Klines or the Valentinos? What if Neil had fought me harder, done more to stop me, talked sense into me? It was sick and twisted, but that didn’t change the truth. He was supposed to be my hero, supposed to take on all odds and see me safely through any ordeal unscathed.

But I had been scathed, massively. Not just the healing burns, but my innate faith that good would triumph. I’d come so close to being murdered. Twice. The fact that I might be too stupid to live for getting involved in those cases in the first place was on me, but Neil was right. I’d counted on him and he hadn’t been there when I needed him most.

This wasn’t a quick fix conversation, something we could hash out in the darkened sweet scented garden with the tulips popping through the moistened ground. Not even on Dr. Bob’s Naugahyde couch with new pennies glinting in our marriage facilitator’s loafers. We had to work our way back together, to reestablish a trust we’d both taken for granted.

Decision made, I immediately felt better, more like the old Maggie somehow. Because I had a goal, a purpose, and failure was not an option.

“I am interested,” I murmured and took his hand again in a firm, no-nonsense grip. Let him try to get away. I’d hunt him like a lioness hunts a baby gazelle across the savannah and take him down to the ground and consume him.

He didn’t move or make a sound but I could feel his relief. It cascaded off of him in waves.

“Do you wanna catch a ghost with me?”

 

 

****

 

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Sylvia squealed.

“Sssh,” Penny and Marty, the sleep-deprived new parents shushed her in unison.

Baby May, the blond-haired blue-eyed cherub, stirred in her bassinette. We all held our collective breaths, but she simply sighed deeply and slept on. Soft suckling sounds came from her rosebud mouth.

“What a good girl.” I grinned down at the newest addition to our family. I’d been so freaked out by hospital drama that I hadn’t appreciated my newborn niece at first. More than a week later, I couldn’t bear the thought of parting from her. There was no help for it though. A haunted fixer upper on the scenic upper Delaware didn’t exactly scream childproof. And the research Leo had done on the place made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“It says here that most ghosts are only partially aware of the living world.” Sylvia moderated her tone to barely above a whisper. “Spooky.”

“So then they can’t hurt anybody, right?” Marty asked. He wore green plaid pajama bottoms, and one side of his shaggy dark hair stuck up straight while the other was mashed down flat. His gray T-shirt was stained with baby spit up and spilled coffee, and his red-rimmed eyes told me he’d rather be sleeping than talking turkey with the ghost hunters. But since he and Penny were in charge of Kenny and Josh, he needed to stay informed of our plans.

“Of course not,” I assured him, though I had no proof of anything. I still wasn’t sure how I’d been nominated to morph into ghost huntress extraordinaire.

“Your folks are as nutty as a bin full of used jock straps,” I’d said to Neil the night before. “Who buys a house they know nothing about?”

“That’s why it’s called a risk, Uncle Scrooge.” Neil patted my butt on his way to his sock drawer. “They might have a great place, or it could be a total pit. I’ll pack the camping gear just in case, though.”

Camping, oy.

Neil and the boys had gotten me to go camping exactly once and I’d vowed on my mother’s lemon pound cake recipe that I’d never do it again. While the idea of snuggling with the man I loved under a blanket of stars sounded wonderful, the reality was mud, mosquitos and magpies trying to nest in my hair. Maybe I would have been more forgiving of the great outdoors if there were some way for me to pee and keep my backside poison ivy-free at the same time. As it was, there were certain places a girl just didn’t want to have a rash, because calamine lotion should never be used as a lubricant.

I shoved aside the unpleasant thoughts of living rough and returned to the task at hand. Namely, research. Though Laura had made it clear she didn’t really expect us to do anything about the ghost, Sylvia had prepped a ghost-be-gone kit equipped with everything from dried sage to Peter Venkman’s proto pack, which she’d procured from Craigslist. You really could get anything there.

“Don’t cross the streams,” I muttered and stared at the device, which looked like nothing more than a car battery strapped into a cradleboard with a hose attached via duct tape.

“Hmmm?” Sylvia continued to scour the internet for more mentions of our apparition.

“You know that thing isn’t real, right?” I gestured toward the pack.

“Sure it is.” She double clicked on another screen.

I was torn. Yes, it was great to see Sylvia enthusiastic about something, even if it was a ridiculous exercise in futility arranged by my mother-in-law. Her divorce had rattled her confidence and while living with Marty and company helped her make ends meet, she’d been floundering, at a loss as to what to do next. I could so relate, but the whole ghost hunting thing…I still didn’t know how I felt about it.

Neil and I had agreed to oversee the project because we needed to spend time out of our natural habitat. We needed to reconnect, to bond, and the home improvement project was just what Dr. Bob ordered. Literally. He’d told us to get away together. He probably hadn’t meant with my wacky best friend armed with ghost-busting goodness in tow, but we’d left that bit out.

I nudged the proto pack with one finger. “It looks nothing like it did in the movie. And even if it did, that was just a prop.”

“But the movie was based on a real ghost hunter’s story,” she argued without looking up.

“There was a giant marshmallow man bent on destroying New York City. How real could it be?” My incredulity came out louder than intended, and May jumped and cried.

Penny gave me the evil eye as she scooped her daughter up and rocked her in a comforting gesture. “There, there sugar booger, it’s all right.”

Worst. Nickname. Ever.

“Sorry,” I hissed, then rose from the table. “I’d better go finish loading the car.”

Penny allowed me to drop a kiss onto May’s sweet scented head. If only cleaning products came in that baby fresh aroma. On second thought, better that they didn’t because there’d be even more imbeciles huffing chemicals out of aerosol cans.

Marty walked me to the door. My brother was newly employed at the local Stop-N-Rob as a night clerk, a job that scared me out of my wits. I pulled him into a tight hug. “Promise me you won’t do anything heroic while we’re gone.”

Marty made a dismissive sound that was part nose whistle, part scoff. “Do I look like an idiot?”

Probably a rhetorical question. “I’ll send the boys over as soon as they’re done with their homework.” Our plan was to get on the road tonight, though there was no chance we’d get to the place before dark. That way we’d see it in all its spooktacular glory and get a feel for what we were dealing with.

And maybe be back by morning if it was half as bad as I feared.

“Are you sure you guys can handle everything?” I asked Marty for the bazillionth time. “We can always wait and go next week so you don’t have to juggle May and my boys, too.”

“Maggie, go. You need to get out of this town for a little while. Trust me, Josh and Kenny will be fine. I’ll hold down the fort and we’ll see you next weekend.”

“Not if we see you first.” I hugged him and sent up a silent prayer to our parents to watch over him and the lives for which he was responsible.

I was snuffling like an idiot by the time I reached my own doorstep and detoured to the garage instead of the house. Neil was in there, inventorying what we’d take in his truck and what we could cram into Sylvia’s car. Atlas snuffled through the various toolboxes and bags that waited next to Neil’s truck. The dog added a little extra slobber in case our bags were too dry.

“How’s it going, slick?”

Neil grinned at me from the bed of his truck. “Almost there. Did you get your baby fix?”

May’s scent still lingered in my olfactory receptors. “Best smell in the world. Other than fresh coffee.”

Neil hopped down from the bed of the truck in one fluid movement. He looked better than he had in weeks, happier and more like himself. This trip was a good thing, no matter how harebrained its inception. “Poor Uncle Scrooge. Is your biological clock ticking?”

He meant it as a joke but I froze. Not that I’d been moving, yet every cell in my body stopped and waited. The baby thing kept coming up, like a song stuck on repeat. It was only natural, what with our family’s latest addition, but it was one thing to appreciate May in all her pink-cheeked perfection, quite another to imagine my own baby. I didn’t know how to respond.

Neil and I had exactly one pregnancy scare in our relationship, way back in the beginning when we weren’t sure we’d have a future together. Nothing had come of it and Kenny was still in diapers at the time, Josh barely a toddler. By mutual consent, we’d delayed any discussion of adding more offspring to the mix and I’d been diligent about birth control for more than a decade. The subject hadn’t come up again.

Not until now.

“Sorry,” he said, though his tone didn’t hold a hint of apology. If I had to put a name to the emotion he exuded I’d call it wistfulness.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” I didn’t have any regrets. I really didn’t.

One finger traced along the side of my face. “Do you ever think about it? What a child of ours would be like?”

“Of course I did.” Did he? His demeanor suggested he did but I was afraid to ask.

“You never said anything.” His touch was gentle, sweet but careful, like I was breakable. Maybe I was.

“It never seemed like the right time to talk about it. It’s still not.” Not with the mess we were currently in. Adding something small and helpless and completely dependent on us for its survival seemed almost cruel.

“I know.” His hazel eyes were hooded, seductive. “But it’s a thought.”

A very appealing one what with the way he touched me. Tenderly, with sure strokes that blotted out my good judgment. It’d been so long since we’d shared a moment cocooned in intimacy meant for the two of us alone. Even though I’d slithered away from it, I’d longed for it too. No shouting or door slamming or idiot dog barking up a storm. I leaned into his caress, savored the rough texture of his calloused hands. For the first time in weeks the panic and fear weren’t with me and I only wanted our connection to go on forever.

Of course it didn’t.

“Hey, thought I’d let you know, Leo just pulled up.” Sylvia popped her head around the corner of the garage.

Neil and I sprang apart as though guilty of doing something more than canoodling and talking crazy. My heart pounded against my ribcage as though the damn thing wanted to burst forth and ricochet off the garage walls. I shook my head as though I could rattle the errant thought Neil had placed in there free. Did he really want to talk about us having a baby, or was that just a new way of hinting that we should make with the lovin’?

Sylvia’s eyebrows went up as she looked between the two of us. “Should I give you guys a minute?”

Neil snorted. “It’d take more than a minute for what I had in mind.”

I looked away to hide my blush and focused on the mountain of stuff that we still needed to load. No way would it all fit, even with Neil arranging the bed of the truck like it was a giant jigsaw puzzle. “It’s fine, Sylvia. Do you have any more room?”

Since there were three of us, plus a monkey-butt-ton—the technical term—of tools, cleaning supplies and ghost busting stuff, we were caravanning along with Leo, who knew where he was going, to the place in upstate New York, a small town nestled along the Delaware River near the Catskill Mountains.

Sylvia shook her head and grinned. “Nope, my car is packed to the gills.”

“And possibly radioactive,” I muttered. Who’d have thought my vegan neighbor, who made her own herbal deodorant, would have cornered the market on toxic ghost remedies?

Sylvia wrinkled her nose. “It’s not that bad. Most of the stuff is completely organic.”

“So is the Ebola Virus. Organic doesn’t mean harmless. Look at Neil’s mom.”

Neil covered his laugh with a cough. “Play nice, Uncle Scrooge.”

“I just want to make sure our bases are covered,” Sylvia said with a shrug.

From her preemptive packing list I felt certain Sylvia had covered acids, bases and everything in between. Her enthusiasm for our mission was weird, but it was nice to see her revved up about something again. I just wished it was contagious.

“Maggie, you’re riding with me, right? I just downloaded eight steps to a cleaner aura onto my iPod and I thought we could listen to it on the ride.”

I pasted on a smile, though it felt a tad brittle. “Sounds great.”

“I didn’t know your aura was dirty,” Neil remarked after Sylvia had left.

“Not as dirty as my mind, anyway.” I climbed into the bed of the truck to help him load our gear. I frowned as he handed me a large gunny sack. “What’s with the dog food?”

“It’s for Atlas.”

At my blank look he set down the Rubbermaid bin he’d muscled into position. “We can’t leave him here alone all day, he’ll eat his way out of the house. Penny has her hands full with the baby and the boys will be in school.”

That was it, the bridge too far. “We can’t.”

Neil scowled at me. “Why not?”

I really didn’t have a good reason, other than I didn’t want to drag the hairy, slobbering beastie all over Hell’s half acre in the middle of BFE nowhere on a ghost hunt. Atlas was not the peaceful, short-haired lapdog I’d agreed to a few weeks back when the Phillips men ganged up on me about getting a pet. That was the last time I’d let them go to the humane society without me.

Granted, he was a sweet tempered dog, but while his size and youthful exuberance were endearing, he stank, shed, slobbered and made his presence known every second he was in the room. Bad enough I had to deal with his mountains of poop on my own turf. No way did I want to road trip with them. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I took a deep breath and lied my ass off. “Leo’s allergic.”

Neil hopped down out of the truck and offered me a hand. “So?”

“Whaddya mean, so? He can’t be around dogs, so therefore, Atlas can’t come.”

Neil stared down at a grease spot on the concrete floor. “Sure he can. We’ll just keep him outside.” At my look, he clarified, “The dog, I mean, not Leo.”

“Neil—” I didn’t whine, but it was a close thing.

My husband held up a hand. “Do you want to pay to board him?”

Appealing to my thrifty nature. Low blow, slick. My shoulders sagged and I uttered a defeated, “No.”

“Then he’s coming with us.” Neil slammed the gate of the truck to punctuate his declaration.

Damn. “You know what this is starting to remind me of? Four people and a dog driving out into the middle of nowhere to chase a ghost—we’re living a freaking episode of Scooby Doo.”

Neil grinned. “Too bad we don’t have a Volkswagen Bus. So, are you Daphne or Velma?”

I felt neither pretty nor smart. “I want to be Shaggy. Not the new generation Shaggy, either. The one who got stoned with Mama Cass and the Harlem Globetrotters.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Neil said.

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