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“If it’s a second ghost,” I say, “then you can contact it, right?”
“I can try, but as I’ve said this doesn’t feel like a true ghost. ‘Entity’is a better word. A dark entity.” He straightens. “I will still try to make contact tomorrow, during our final séance. For now, I just need you to be careful. You’re sharing the twin-bed room with Shania tonight?”
“I am.”
“Good, then everything should be fine.”
No, Doctor, your grudging precautions are not going to stop anything in this house that actually wants to hurt me, but at least you’ll get your damn funding.
I can grumble, but I’m not exactly packing my bags, am I?
He’s right that if we summoned something dark, I can’t walk out and leave it for unsuspecting strangers to deal with. But I also need answers, and I’m not leaving until I get them.
I’m dreaming of Anton. We’ve flown to Banff for the weekend and hiked up Sulphur Mountain. That wasn’t nearly as easy as it’d been when I was young—with less battle-scarred lungs—but I did it, and I’m damn proud of myself.
We’ve found a quiet spot to rest and enjoy the view, and we’re celebrating with a mini bottle of champagne.
“You know what I love about climbing mountains?” Anton says. “The sense of accomplishment. I could have taken the gondola up for this view, but I did it the hard way.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay, it was harder for you. Which means you get this first.”
He passes over the champagne, and I drink straight from the bottle.
“Also, if we took the gondola,” he says, “we’d be enjoying this view with a hundred total strangers.”
“And security guards telling us we can’t drink.”
“True.” He stretches out his legs. “I think I’m going to keep you, Nic.”
I snort. “Good to know. Do I have a say in that?”
“I suppose you should.”
“Uh-huh.”
He twists to face me. “Any chance you’d be interested in making it official?”
I lift my brows.
“Marry me, Nic.”
I stare at him. Then I laugh. “I’d blame the champagne, but you haven’t had any. The altitude then?”
He puts out his fist and opens it. On his palm is a band studded with diamonds.
“Shit,” I say.
“Uh… notquitethe response I hoped for.”
I set down the bottle and face him. “You know marriage isn’t an option, Anton.”
“Why? Because of the three other husbands you have tucked away? I’m good at sharing, and they seem the quiet sort.”
I sigh.
“You mean because of the CF,” he says.
