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another house around here for miles. It’s not hunting season.” He stared out into the woods for several seconds, then turned to me. “Let’s get out of here for the evening. We’ll keep our eyes out for him. If I see him I’ll confront him.”
    When we hopped in the car, I said, “I can’t believe you thought I was joking.”
    “ I’m sorry about that,” he said as he turned the ignition.
    “ Maybe you’ll believe me next time.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
    “Maybe,” h e said in a teasing tone.
    Who was this man? I glanced back in the mirror as we pulled away and saw him standing there again. What did he want with me?
     

 
    Chapter Ten
    The next morning I was still thinking about what had happened at the plantation—the weird paranormal encounter I’d had with the footsteps and then the man I’d seen in the woods. His behavior had been strange to say the least. Why hadn’t he come out and talked with us? Could he really be a ghost? He looked so real though. There was no way he was a part of the other world.
    Ree d and I had been staying at the little cottage on Reed’s uncle’s property again. It was cozy and rustic and made it feel as if we were on a camping trip. Okay, it was a little cramped and I was terrified that I’d see a snake, but I was making the most of it.
    After pour ing a mug full of coffee, I stepped out to the edge of the lake. The sun had risen over the water, casting shades of yellow and bathing the whole area in sunshine. I inhaled the scent of pine and let the warmth of the sun hit my face. The scenery certainly lifted my mood and took my mind off what I might be getting myself into with buying the house.
    Sometimes— okay, a lot of the time—I bit off more than I could chew. As my mother always said, my eyes were bigger than my stomach. I’d always felt like Mama hadn’t had confidence in me; now I knew that wasn’t the case. She’d told me how proud she was of me when I’d saved her life from the crazed realtor. Okay, I’d gotten her into the deadly situation in the first place, so I should have helped save her. And technically Reed had been the one who busted the door down and stopped the killer, but I digress.
    I’d thought Reed had gone for a morning jog, but the sound of his voice drew my attention toward his uncle’s house. Unfortunately I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Lou was pointing and Reed was looking in the opposite direction. There was no way for me to sneak up on them, though I would have in a heartbeat. I wanted to know what the heated exchange was all about.
    When I noticed Reed coming toward the cabin, I rushed inside. I didn’t want him to think that I’d been eavesdropping. I hurried into the shower before he had a chance to come inside. It would give him a chance to be alone with his thoughts.
    As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, Reed reached out and grabbed me. He lifted me in the air and spun me around, the coffee mug falling from my hand.
    “ What the heck are you doing?” I asked, clutching at the towel wrapped around my chest. Yes, I was still shy around Reed. I didn’t know if I’d ever stop.
    “ I’m just happy you talked me into being adventurous.” He planted a big kiss on my lips, then set me back to the floor.
    “I think you’ve been working too hard.” I laughed. “What’s on the agenda for today?”
    “Gordon says he has some old papers that he found in the house a while back and he’d like to give us them too. How about we stop by there on our way for breakfast?” Reed rubbed my still-damp shoulders.
    “I actually have a few things to pick up at the store. How about I meet you there in an hour?” I asked.
    “You got it.” He flashed his perfect smile.
    After picking up a few necessities, I pulled my car into the lot and spotted Reed’s truck. We’d decided to drive down from Kentucky separately so that we’d both have our vehicles. It was hard to get things done with only one

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