waited for Callahan to arrive. I’d show Callahan the letters and hope for the best.
“Are you wearing that?” Candy Cherry asked while she picked fake lint from her red dress.
“Yes, I’m wearing this,” I mocked.
“You look gorgeous,” Elvis said.
Normally, I would have swooned at the fact that Elvis Presley had complimented me. I mean, Elvis Presley! But my heart just wasn’t in it. The black feeling inside me made feel like the Grinch, minus the stealing Christmas gifts part.
When the doorbell rang, I almost couldn’t breathe. I had no idea how Callahan would act when I showed him the letters. With heavy feet, I forced myself to walk to the door. Sucking in a big breath, I swung the door open. Callahan stood in front of me with a giant smile across his face. Damn, he looked good.
“You look stunning,” he said.
Okay, he chipped away at the blackness with that comment—only a little though. “Thank you,” I squeaked out.
“Are you ready?” Callahan asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, but first, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” My stomach turned. I hated confrontations.
“It sounds serious.” Callahan’s brow furrowed.
I nodded. “Yeah, it kind of is serious. Why don’t you have a seat on the sofa.”
Chapter Thirty-One
When Callahan had settled on the sofa, I handed the letters to him. My stomach turned at the thought of him coming clean with me. I wanted the truth, but I wanted it to be positive. The answer I wanted to hear. The last thing I needed right now was bad news from him. Would I let Callahan go without a fight? Probably. I never wanted to be anyone’s second choice. No one ever wanted to be the second choice.
Callahan took the letters and stared down at the pretty linen envelopes, then looked back up at me. He opened the first one, read it, then slipped open the next. When he saw that it was more of the same, he placed it back on the table and looked up at me.
“I have no idea why she would have sent these letters. Honest, I would tell you, Larue.”
I studied his gaze. Much to my relief, I believed him. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I did.
“Is she really working with you?”
He chuckled nervously. “I had no idea when I offered to help Mike that he was dating my ex-girlfriend. What are the odds?”
“With my luck, the odds are pretty good.”
Callahan stood and took my hands into mine. “Ginger was always strange. That’s why we’re not together anymore. I’ll talk to her, okay?”
I studied his face. “Okay. I was worried about you, though.”
“I was used to her antics. She’ll be fine. It’s her way of playing a joke. I’ll tell her it isn’t funny.”
A joke? I for one wasn’t laughing at her idea of humor. “Do you think it has anything to do with the magic? Maybe someone is messing with us again,” he said.
Anything was possible, but what if this was just his way out of this sticky situation? My belief in him had already begun to fade. Why did I always assume the worst? I was letting this negativity control me—the big black cloud hung over my head. But I’d been around too many men who allowed the lies to roll right off their tongues with perfection. Would I ever be able to trust a man? Would I ever have a trusting relationship?
“Callahan, I’m suddenly not feeling well. I think I just want to go to bed.”
He frowned. It looked as if I’d punched him in the stomach. “Can I help? Do you need anything?”
I shook my head. “I just need to be alone.”
I spoke the words, but I didn’t feel them. It didn’t matter though because there was no way I could stop myself from telling him to leave.
Callahan stopped at the door and looked at me. “I’ll call to check on you.”
I nodded but didn’t answer… and with that he was gone.
I padded through the house. My ghosts were nowhere in sight which was completely weird and slightly unnerving. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt as if something was following me though. Were Mr. Fine or Candy Cherry making their forms invisible to me?
For what seemed like the millionth time, I glanced over my shoulder. Nope. Nothing back there. Could something sinister completely hide from me? I was pretty sure the evil spirits could be invisible any time they wanted—just like the ghosts. That was totally not fair.
As I sat on the sofa,