unheard of it would be to have the graves moved. Ridiculous she thought, and probably illegal as well as disrespectful.
She rolled over, half expecting Brendan to be laying there with her. She knew better though. He had disappeared again as she knew that he would. It felt so good to fall asleep in his arms. Why was she having these feelings now she wondered? After all of these years of hating men, now she was dreaming about one and wishing that she was in bed with another. Wait, that wasn’t right. She didn’t really want to be in bed with him. Did she? That was something that she couldn’t even consider thinking about. He was a ghost for crying out loud. Even if she had wanted to it wasn’t possible. Drew realized then that it was probably what she wanted since she could never really have it. That was her luck after all.
She had wanted to do some more asking around about the spirits that were now haunting her life and evidently her heart. Getting up and getting out of the house was probably a pretty good idea anyway. Besides, it was a very large coincidence she realized, that the first person that she asked about Brendan O’Keefe knew exactly who she was talking about. She wondered just how many other people thought they knew what had happened there so many years ago.
Drew had gotten dressed and tied her hair back, leaving one skinny and fading pink braid tucked behind her ear. She planned on being on her bike a while today. She had a lot of driving to do. She wore a pair of faded blue jeans with holes in the knees and a lacy black tank top with her black Harley boots that had taken some time to get cleaned after their wade in the pool. She never wore very much jewelry.
After making her bed for the first time in as long as she could remember and straightening up her room, she headed for the front door.
“Good morning, my Sunshine. Where are you going?” Brendan said, again from the top of the stairs.
“Wow, déjà vu.” She said. “I’m going to the doctor to have my hand looked at. It looks pretty bad. Then I thought I would do some shopping. Need anything?”
Her hand was on the door knob awaiting an answer. She was feeling very shy and nervous all of a sudden.
“Ha, Ha.” He said. “I don’t believe I will be needing anything today, but I thank you for asking all the same.”
His voice made her tingle all over and sent her stomach spinning. She needed to get away she realized. Run! She thought to herself and then shivered as she remembered the voice in the graveyard.
“Ok then. I will be back soon.” She opened the door then and before she could step out she felt his hand on her shoulder.
“While you are out putting your nose into other people’s business, could you pick up some chocolate?” He said.
She turned around and shut the door. “What do you mean putting my nose in other people’s business?” She said and her face turned red.
“You know exactly what it is that I mean. You are going off to find out what happened so many a year ago. I should try to stop ye but it would do no good. So, be careful what it is your getting yourself into.”
“Wow. Heavy on the Irish this morning aren’t we? What is the chocolate for?” She asked. “You can’t eat anything…can you?”
“No, but after all the moaning you did in your sleep last night I thought you could use some for ye self.” He cleared his throat, “Yourself.” He corrected with a smile in his voice. He couldn’t hide the Irish no matter how hard he tried. “At least that’s what that Cosmo book of yours said.”
Drew blushed even brighter now. “If I could see you I would slap you right now.” She said and walked out the door. “Smart arse.” She said before the door closed. She heard him laugh heartily though and it made her giggle as well.
Imagine, a one hundred year old sexy voiced, male Irish ghost lounging around reading Cosmo (and eating chocolate). She laughed so hard on the way to her bike that she didn’t even notice the black caped figure hiding in the trees.
On the way to the road, down her drive way, she slowed down past the cemetery. There had been no wind the night before