Preview
Duncan Connor stood at the window watching the snow fall on the winter scene outside. Ronan, Faelan, and Cody were attempting to unload a massive tree from the back of a lorry. Faelan was on one end, Cody the other, faces red with exertion, and Ronan appeared to be directing them. Judging from the shouting and gesturing, it wasn’t going well. It was just starting to get interesting when Matilda rushed into the room, red hair bouncing and her eyes round as saucers. Matilda often entered the room in such a manner, so Duncan continued his pensive thoughts about Sorcha as he turned back to the scene which appeared to be rapidly deteriorating.
“He’s back,” Matilda said, clutching her chest, which was covered in a bright orange shirt.
“Who’s back?” Brodie asked. Duncan had been so wrapped in his thoughts he hadn’t realized he wasn’t alone.
“The ghost,” Matilda said.
“There’s no such thing as ghosts,” Brodie said.
Matilda, who hadn’t been on the best of terms with Brodie for the past few days, stuck out one hip and jammed her fist there. “Well, I just saw one.”
Brodie went a little pale. “You saw a... ghost?”
“Just a glimpse, but he was there.” Her annoyance at not being believed seemed to fade with her obvious excitement. “I was taking a little nap, so I’d have plenty of energy for the tree decorating, and all of a sudden I woke up, like I knew someone was there. You know that feeling you get... and sure enough, there he was.”
“What did he do?” Brodie’s brows were perched near his hairline.
“Disappeared.” Matilda threw up her hands. “Poof.”
“You must have been dreaming,” Duncan said.
Matilda shook her head, defiantly, making her hair wobble. Duncan hadn’t yet decided if it was a wig. “No. He was a real ghost,” Matilda said. “And he was hot.”