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“Okay, I pinned the ghost list of – we don’t know what – to the notice board in the house’s kitchen, so when we get a minute…”
“Look at that; you have a minute,” True said, holding her arms out for the crate and clicking her fingers impatiently.
“Fine,” Hope said with another groan. “I’ll just walk my tired butt over to the guesthouse…”
“Thank you,” True said, as bright as a button and giggling as Hope’s face turned sour.
“Harsh,” Hope said.
“You’re not going to get a pity party out of me until I get that list,” True said. “When I have it in my sticky little fingers, then you can go have a snooze on one of those tables; I’ll even make you a pillow of bar towels.”
Hope snorted a chuckle. “You would think of a pillow.”
“I would; I’m a perfectionist,” True said, accepting the crate and shifting her backside along the floor until she came to the next space which needed filling.
Hope leaned down and lowered her voice. “That’s not actually the badge of honour you think it is, babe.”
“Really?” True’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Really.”
“I like it,” True said, shrugging. “Now, get that list before I set Serendipity on you.”
“I can’t believe those cats chose to stay here instead of coming to pack land with us,” Hope said, walking back the way she’d come.
“I think the whole wolf pack thing made them nervous,” True said. “But rather a wolf than a ghost.”
“Says you,” Hope called, heading for the door.
“Me, the only person who has come face to face with that ghost so far,” True called.
“I await meeting him with interest,” she called over her shoulder. “I’m out of here; I have my phone on me in case the ghost drops by for a quick beer.”
True’s head and shoulders popped up from behind the bar again, and she scoured the area. “That’s not … funny,” she grumbled.
“What’s not?” Faith asked, coming through the back door and scaring the bejesus out of her sister.
“Can you not?” True snapped.
CHAPTER THREE
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Faith leant her elbows on the bar top, her chin in her upturned hands, and her eyebrows slowly hiked up towards her hairline. “Not what?”
“Scare me!” True snapped.
“It’s a bar; people come and go,” Faith said.
“Not when we are closed,” True replied.
“Delivery guys, prep staff – me,” Faith grinned.
“I thought…” True stopped and waved it away. “Nope, not going there,” she said, disappearing behind the bar.
“That ghost thing again?” Faith asked, going up on tiptoes to look over the counter at her sister, and the frosty look she got back said maybe she shouldn’t have bothered. “I think it only comes out at night and on the beach – just stay away from the beach.”
“Nice advice,” True hissed, slightly sensitive about the issue. “But, so far, it hasn’t appeared anywhere else, but who knows? It could be standing right behind you.”
