Ghoul of My Dreams (Larue Donavan Series Book 4) by Rose Pressey Read Free Book Online Page A

the drawer by the refrigerator, I spotted the key fob right away. I shoved my hand in to grab it, but the drawer slammed shut. It almost took my hand off.
    I whipped around expecting to see the spirit behind me, but there was no one there. After releasing a deep breath, I grabbed the drawer handle and yanked it open again. I’d expected it not to open, but much to my surprise it did. Now, I had to stick my hand in there again. Once I’d shoved my hand in, I grabbed the key fob, and then rushed out of the kitchen back to the front door. Footfalls echoed behind me. I didn’t have time to turn around to see who or what was there.
    Panting as if I was losing a marathon, I rushed out of the house and over to the car. Mindy stared at me with wide eyes as I ran toward her. I slowed down long enough to finally peek over my shoulder. I’d been confident something was behind me, but nothing was there.
    “Is everything okay?” A frown snapped between Mindy’s eyebrows.
    After catching my breath, I held up the key fob like it was a trophy, and said, “I’m fine.”
    Not wanting to worry her any more than she already was, I decided not to share the cabinet door fiasco with her. I pushed the key fob and it still didn’t work. I cursed under my breath, but Mindy released an expletive that the neighbors probably heard. I didn’t know what to do to get in the car.
    “This one isn’t working either,” I said.
    The words had barely left my lips when suddenly the doors unlocked. Mindy and I exchanged a look of shock. I was at a loss for words. Marilyn and Roger stood in silence, too.
    I didn’t want to risk being locked out again, so we hurried into the car. The thought crossed my mind that the same thing could happen again. What if next time the doors wouldn’t unlock and we were in the car? What if the doors wouldn’t unlock and we were stuck in the car like sardines in a tin can. Okay, I needed to calm down and not panic. I had to be strong for Mindy. After starting the car, I backed out of the driveway.
    “What do you think is going on?” Mindy asked.
    “I guess there might be something wrong with your locks.” I kept my eyes on the road.
    I knew if Mindy looked in my eyes, she would know I didn’t believe what I’d just said.
    “I guess I’ll have to get it checked out,” she said.
    Everyone was silent for the short drive to my house. I guess we were all thinking about what had happened. At least I knew we could relax a little at my place. After parking Mindy’s car behind mine, we all climbed out of the car and hurried inside before the rain came down harder. The drops were falling at a steady pace now.
    When I stepped into the living room, Roger was already waiting by the TV. Without saying a word, I grabbed the remote and flicked it on to his favorite channel. At least it kept him entertained.
    “For Roger,” I said to Mindy when I noticed her surprise.
    “He watches TV?” Mindy asked.
    I shook my head. “It’s better than him talking.”
    Mindy laughed. “Is Marilyn here?”
    I gestured beside me. “She helped me get ready for my date.”
    Mindy eyed me up and down. “You look great by the way. I feel bad about messing up your evening.”
    “Thank you, and don’t worry about it.” I waved my hand. “We’ll go out another night.”
    “Will Callahan be upset?” she asked.
    “You know Callahan is a sweetie pie. He just wants to know you’re not upset. Now how about we go into the kitchen?” I said, trying to talk over Roger’s yelling at the TV.
    “Good idea,” Mindy said.
    Now it was just the girls hanging out.
    “How about we have strawberry daiquiris?” I wiggled my eyebrows.
    “You get the mix and I’ll find the vodka,” Mindy marched toward the cabinet.
    “I haven’t done this for years.” Marilyn leaned against the counter.
    Mindy and I exchanged a look.
    “I’m going to change into my sweats. I’ll be right back. Marilyn, you can keep Mindy company? Why don’t you tell her