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procedure under the gown while they watched what was happening on a monitor.
    An invitro fertilization procedure, Willa would figure out by her first year of med school. But back then she could only stare at the scene in confused panic, having never before seen a ghost get his portal.
    “Thel!” Trevor yelled out to the older sister who’d always served as his fiercest protector as the portal started to suck him in.
    But Thel couldn’t see ghosts like her and Marian. Not hearing him, she fell to her knees beside their brother’s large, fallen body screaming, “No! No!”
    “It’s okay, my dearest boy,” Marian called out to Trevor with tears in her eyes. “This is where your story with us ends. Go on to your next book. Turn the first page.”
    Willa would never forget the look of understanding that suddenly bloomed over Trevor’s scared face. Or the sight of him relaxing into the sucking wind. And then he was gone, the portal snapping shut around him as soon as he was inside.
    Leaving nothing but the cicadas, the drunk driver’s last wheezing breaths, and the sound of Thel sobbing.
    “No, this isn’t about karma,” Willa whispered to Sawyer. “This is about you.”
    He wrinkled his brow. “What do you mean?”
    “There’s a few types of spirits roaming around in our world. Most of them have been traumatized in one way or other and can’t let go.” She thought of her own father, and the white teenager from the next town over, still wandering around on the road outside their house after killing Trevor. “But you’re not dead yet. You’re what my mama calls undecided. You haven’t decided which side of the spectrum you want to be on.”
    “Undecided,” he repeated. “But that doesn’t make any sense. Of course I don’t want to be in a coma. Of course I’d rather be living.”
    She peeked over at him. “Would you?”
    He opened his mouth. Then closed it, refusing to confirm or deny what she’d just suspected out loud.
    And the easy mood between them became real awkward after that.
     
     
    SIX YEARS LATER, Willa rushed Sawyer through his stretches.
    “Turn over, please,” she said, hating to short-shrift him on the stretching, but suddenly needing to get out of there.
    However, Sawyer just laid there, stiff as a board.
    “Turn over please,” she repeated.
    He hesitated some more, but finally lifted up. She watch his muscles ripple underneath his thin t-shirt as he turned over…to reveal a tent inside of his sweat shorts.
    One so huge, it made her whole body heat. But not with embarrassment. With memory. A memory so powerful, she didn’t realize she was staring until he said, “I’m sorry.”
    “That’s okay,” she somehow managed to wheeze out, her mouth now dry as a desert. “It happens.”
    Which was true enough. However, when it’d happened before with patients, she’d quickly and efficiently brought the session to an end.
    Those other times, her body definitely hadn’t warmed at the thought of pulling down those briefs and taking him in her hand. And her dry mouth definitely hadn’t begun to water as she imagined putting her lips around his full length and finally tasting him there. The sweat, the need, the desire, she could practically feel it rolling off of him.
    “Why do I feel like we’re both thinking the same thing?” he asked her.
    His hoarse voice snapped her out of the fantasy. And when her gaze flew up to meet his, she found his swamp mud eyes dark with lust.
    The sexual tension that had faded into the background during the workout was back with a vengeance now. Pulsing with electricity. Drawing her closer. Making her want to climb up on the table, and…
    She shook her head. “We’ve gone over our allotted time. I should go.”
    “No, stay,” he said. “We don’t have to…do anything. But I want to talk to you some more. I like talking to you. I feel comfortable with you for some reason.”
    Yes, “for some reason” he’d never know or be able to