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Authors: Sandra Edwards
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the fight and headed back to the abandoned Air Force base. Driving in silence, she struggled to find a way to put off the inevitable. Jack’s life was literally on the line and dependent upon her. If she failed, he suffered the consequence.
Terror placed its icy finger in her heart. Izzy didn’t have the stomach for this sort of risk.
Whatever happened to the simplistic, clear-cut rules she’d come to count on? Send the wandering spirit on into the hereafter. Whose bright idea was it to throw save the wandering spirit into the mix? Who really thought she could accomplish such a feat?
By the time she reached the abandoned base, she hadn’t come up with a plausible solution. Jack didn’t want to leave, but she worried that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself after the truth came out.
Navigating the facility’s streets, which hadn’t seen traffic in who knows when, she absorbed the somber sentiment of the deserted surroundings. A strange gray pall hung over the neglected buildings and sidewalks overgrown with weeds.
In a moment of blurry confusion, Izzy’s sight faded into a hazy daze. Scenes from the past, the base’s heyday, intermingled obscurely with its present rundown state.
She rubbed her eyes. When she looked back, fate had twisted with a savage glee, and the only thing left was the notion of what might have been.
Screams of frustration clawed at the back of her throat as Izzy reached her destination. She eased off the gas and the sedan rolled to a stop in front of the abandoned hangar.
Getting out of the car, she tried to come up with a reasonable excuse not to go in. The cool morning air chilled her with goose bumps. She slammed the door and an involuntary shiver shook her upper body, encouraging a little heat. She cleared her uncertainty with a muffled cough and headed inside.
“Well, well, well...look what the cat dragged in.” Jack’s voice filled the hangar seconds before he materialized in the office doorway.
She pointed a finger as she passed him. “Don’t start with me.” She played the hardcore card. Jack and his charms were a lethal combination, capable of luring her in with a simple smile and a tempting word or two. Izzy searched her soul, hoping to stay focused so she could keep the details of his death to herself, for now.
“Are we having a bad day?”
“Look, I’m tired. And I’m not in the mood for your jokes.”
“What’s the matter?” He zoomed past her and settled atop the desk. “Couldn’t sleep without me?”
She hit him with her best intimidating glare. “If you weren’t dead...I’d kill you.”
“You like dreaming about me.”
“I’d like to save your miserable hide.” She corrected him and hoped it sounded real. A silly schoolgirl persona was not impressive. “And the only way I can do that is to dream it.”
“Why, Isabelle?” he asked. “Why are you so hell-bent on saving me?”
As a rule, she didn’t like it when people called her Isabelle. It didn’t bother her when he did, but that in itself did. “I don’t know. I can’t explain it. It’s just something I have to do.” She gave the whole notion a quick, insignificant shrug. “Besides, what kind of person would I be if I could save a life and chose not to?”
Jack’s countenance softened and he leaned toward her, stopping a whisper’s breath away. “So...” His smoldering eyes penetrated her soul. “Are you and I able to touch in your incredible dreams?” His suggestive question, accompanied by his attempt to hide his laughter, rattled her composure.
She looked at him, disapproving of his ability to fluster her so easily. “You’d better hope not.” Her tone emanated a subtle warning. “Because if we can, the first thing I’m going to do when I get there is strangle you.”
“Is that so?” Jack reached up as if to caress her face. His fingertips swept through the side of her head, but he still managed to touch her...somehow.
A salacious craving rippled through her
Terror placed its icy finger in her heart. Izzy didn’t have the stomach for this sort of risk.
Whatever happened to the simplistic, clear-cut rules she’d come to count on? Send the wandering spirit on into the hereafter. Whose bright idea was it to throw save the wandering spirit into the mix? Who really thought she could accomplish such a feat?
By the time she reached the abandoned base, she hadn’t come up with a plausible solution. Jack didn’t want to leave, but she worried that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself after the truth came out.
Navigating the facility’s streets, which hadn’t seen traffic in who knows when, she absorbed the somber sentiment of the deserted surroundings. A strange gray pall hung over the neglected buildings and sidewalks overgrown with weeds.
In a moment of blurry confusion, Izzy’s sight faded into a hazy daze. Scenes from the past, the base’s heyday, intermingled obscurely with its present rundown state.
She rubbed her eyes. When she looked back, fate had twisted with a savage glee, and the only thing left was the notion of what might have been.
Screams of frustration clawed at the back of her throat as Izzy reached her destination. She eased off the gas and the sedan rolled to a stop in front of the abandoned hangar.
Getting out of the car, she tried to come up with a reasonable excuse not to go in. The cool morning air chilled her with goose bumps. She slammed the door and an involuntary shiver shook her upper body, encouraging a little heat. She cleared her uncertainty with a muffled cough and headed inside.
“Well, well, well...look what the cat dragged in.” Jack’s voice filled the hangar seconds before he materialized in the office doorway.
She pointed a finger as she passed him. “Don’t start with me.” She played the hardcore card. Jack and his charms were a lethal combination, capable of luring her in with a simple smile and a tempting word or two. Izzy searched her soul, hoping to stay focused so she could keep the details of his death to herself, for now.
“Are we having a bad day?”
“Look, I’m tired. And I’m not in the mood for your jokes.”
“What’s the matter?” He zoomed past her and settled atop the desk. “Couldn’t sleep without me?”
She hit him with her best intimidating glare. “If you weren’t dead...I’d kill you.”
“You like dreaming about me.”
“I’d like to save your miserable hide.” She corrected him and hoped it sounded real. A silly schoolgirl persona was not impressive. “And the only way I can do that is to dream it.”
“Why, Isabelle?” he asked. “Why are you so hell-bent on saving me?”
As a rule, she didn’t like it when people called her Isabelle. It didn’t bother her when he did, but that in itself did. “I don’t know. I can’t explain it. It’s just something I have to do.” She gave the whole notion a quick, insignificant shrug. “Besides, what kind of person would I be if I could save a life and chose not to?”
Jack’s countenance softened and he leaned toward her, stopping a whisper’s breath away. “So...” His smoldering eyes penetrated her soul. “Are you and I able to touch in your incredible dreams?” His suggestive question, accompanied by his attempt to hide his laughter, rattled her composure.
She looked at him, disapproving of his ability to fluster her so easily. “You’d better hope not.” Her tone emanated a subtle warning. “Because if we can, the first thing I’m going to do when I get there is strangle you.”
“Is that so?” Jack reached up as if to caress her face. His fingertips swept through the side of her head, but he still managed to touch her...somehow.
A salacious craving rippled through her
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