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intense. They loved each other very much."
    Trip's eyes found mine, and he looked at me hard enough to see through me. I still have problems with The L-Word. He doesn't. If Kimi brought the message through me at that particular time, then she identified with what Trip and I felt for each other. I knew this logically, but saying it was different.
    "Wow, that's so romantic!” Missy flopped into a huge dining chair, her face lit with a romantic euphoria.
    "Yes. It is very romantic, Missy,” I grumped, “but that's hardly the point. She's staying here and reliving her love affair with Jeremiah over and over again. On the flip side, though, she must be aware he's dead. She definitely knows she's dead. Why else would she rock in that chair and cry? She's missing him."
    "Why not just cross over and find his ass?” Mikey asked. He lit a cigarette, breaking Margaret Sail's no-smoking rule.
    "I'm not sure.” I shrugged. “She could be afraid. She might not want to let go. She may just want to stay here where she feels safe. With what she knows. She might believe their love will be forbidden on the other side as well.” I bit into a stale donut and sighed. “I just need her to talk to me."
    "Right. Any thoughts?” Trip was eyeing Mikey's cigarette with longing.
    "We'll go outside and have a smoke, and I'll think it over.” I grabbed my coffee cup and topped it off. “Just let me get dressed."
    The porch of the farmhouse was gorgeous. It wrapped around the entire house and overlooked a large chunk of property. The leaves blazed in all their glory—rich shades of red and orange and yellow. Margaret had lined large and small pumpkins along the front and interspersed them with bails of hay and Indian corn. The effect was pure New England Halloween. Something from Martha Stewart Living .
    I crushed my cigarette out on my boot, afraid of igniting the hay. “I think I have to sit in that room and force contact. She wants to talk to me now.” I sighed and allowed Trip to pull me close and wrap his arms around me. “Maybe, once I can get her to open up, I can convince her to go. I can't even imagine how many opportunities she's had to cross over."
    "I don't like when they hijack you like that, Babe. It sucks. I'm always scared..."
    I stayed quiet and waited. He stroked my back and warmed my frozen body.
    "I'm just always afraid that, one of these times, I won't get you back. You won't be you any more."
    To be honest I'd had the same fear once or twice. So, I told Trip what I tell myself: “I'm protected and surrounded, always. I'm guided and watched over. No ghost is a match for guides, deceased loved ones, and about four billion angels. That includes the Archangels, by the way,” I boasted good-naturedly.
    "Yeah, yeah. It's just ... I can't see your help. I believe you that they're around you. I'd just like to really know it. I'm not a psychic, Martee. If I can't see it, I have a hard time accepting it."
    I kissed him on each sleepy eyelid and smiled. “And you call yourself a ghost hunter? I guess you'll just have to trust me on this one."
    In the bedroom, I sat in Kimi's seat and started to rock. I'm ready whenever you are, I called out in my mind. You don't have to be afraid of me. I can help you get back what you lost.
    She came on a breath. One moment not there, the next taking all the energy in the room. The temperature dropped a good twenty degrees. My body went cold, and my mind kind of stuttered. She wasn't just drawing energy from her surroundings—she was siphoning it out of me too. I'd experienced it before, but still wasn't used to it. If anything, it's unsettling to feel your life force wane in an instant.
    "It's about time.” I laughed aloud. “And can you leave me a little juice to run on? You're killing me here."
    I received a graceful nod in reply, and she settled in front of me like a feather. She was spectacularly beautiful. Long, lean, and graceful. Beautiful skin and a curtain of hair the color of coal.