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    I looked over at the girls again. “We need reinforcements.”
    They nodded.
    I reached for my phone but then stopped when I remembered the other night with the stalker. Dane had said to call him if I needed him, didn’t he? Without any further hesitation, I yelled, “Savage!”
    I swung open the door when I heard his feet hit the front porch only seconds later.
    I was awestruck once again at his strikingly good looks.
    His hair was in his face and his shirt was disheveled from his run. His expression was intense as usual. “Are you okay?” he asked.
    “No!” I jerked his hand and pulled him inside. Once I explained the situation, he put his arms around Fancy from behind and held her still. I climbed on top of her and pried open her eye, pointing the bottle at it. I squeezed and though she was squinting, some of it actually went in, so before she could catch her breath, I did the same to the other eye. Some of the liquid got into both eyes. Victory!! We would all live to see another day. And the next day we would have to do it all over again.
    We had Dane meet us every day for the next week. I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I was enjoying having him around. This might be wrong, but I sensed he was enjoying spending time with us as well. He was greatly amused by Fancy’s drama. I often caught him watching us girls fondly as we bantered back and forth like we always did. He even stayed most nights for supper.
    During that week, I didn’t hear a peep from our ghost friends. I found that odd.
    The girls and I pressed Dane to tell us what were-creature he was, but he wouldn’t budge, stating that was something he wasn’t comfortable talking about. This only added to my growing curiosity, and I knew it was time for me to do something to find out.
    I talked Fancy into helping me. She said as long as it didn’t involve anything illegal then she was in. I made no promises.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    The ghosts, May and Ivey signaled us on the mirror that Dane was gone, and Fancy and I headed out of the house, through the woods and onto his front porch.
    “I’m not sure this is such a good idea, Cali. He will kill us if he finds us here. He might even call the police and have us arrested.”
    I glanced at her and smirked. “That’s why he can’t find us here. Don’t worry. We’ll be long gone before he returns.”
    She huffed. “You better be right about this.”
    “I am, now you try that window, and I’ll try this one.”
    I didn’t even make it over to the window when she called, “This one is unlocked.”
    I ran to her and helped her lift the window open. We both crawled in and landed softly on his sofa just under the window.
    “Now, look around for anything that might tell us who this Dane Savage really is,” I said as I began snooping around the living room.
    There were pictures on his mantle and I picked one up and inspected it closely. It was a picture of what I assumed was his parents. He was standing with them and smiling wide. He must’ve been around fifteen at the time. The next one was of him and the man I assumed was his father. Dane was slightly younger and holding up a big fish, a look of pride on both of their faces. The next one was of the woman that I assumed was his mother. She was very beautiful. In this picture she was wearing an apron and carrying a cake with candles lit on top. Was that his birthday cake?
    All of these pictures depicted a very happy family and a pain stung my chest at my own loss. I had had memories like that as well.
    As I stared at the photos of a once happy Dane, I recognized the feelings I had for him stirring inside like wild butterflies in a jar begging to be set free. It took my breath away.
    I sat the photo in its place and stepped back, suddenly realizing that it was a mistake to be here. I was putting my heart in further danger with every passing minute.
    “Fancy, I think we should leave.”
    “Cali, I