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walk,” she said. “Do you want to join me? I’d love to ask you some questions.”
    “Your wish is my command.”
    “Honestly?”
    “No. I’m a ghost. I can move small objects with my mind and satisfy you with a conversation. That’s it.”
    He couldn’t be flirting. Could he? She raised a brow, opened the door, but he insisted she precede him. A gentleman ghost.
    “You’ve got more spirit, for a spirit, than the flesh-and-blood man I’m living with.” They set off through the tall marsh grasses, Horace leading the way.
    “You’re underestimating him,” Horace said. “He’s been through the fires of hell and back, but that’s not my story to tell. It’s his. As a man, he’s very much aware of you, on both the spiritual and physical planes.”
    “You’re joking. He doesn’t know I’m alive.” Though he had noticed her backside and mentioned her role in his dreams, though they might have been nightmares for all he’d explained.
    “He most certainly does. I’m a man. I know these things. I can’t tell you anything about him, but I can tell you about the lighthouse.”
    Meggie and her angel appeared beside them, flitting and flirting butterflies seeming to follow in Meggie’s wake. “I can tell you what Morgan likes ,” she said.
    “You’re Morgan’s sister?”
    Meggie nodded.
    “Who’s your angel?”
    “I named her Buffy,” she said. “She’s been with me my whole life and death. You can talk to her, but she doesn’t say much more than, ‘Be not afraid.’ She mostly only talks to me and Morgan.”
    “Morgan talks to her?”
    “Not anymore. He’s in hiding.”
    Destiny started a bouquet by picking bits of dry summer grasses and blooming fall wildflowers as they walked. “Morgan’s hiding from his guardian angel?” she asked as they cut through a wildflower field, Meggie gathering more butterfly followers.
    The little girl smiled, again like Morgan, one side up. A smile Destiny had at first thought mocking and later, self-deprecating. “Morgan’s hiding inside himself,” Meggie said. “He can’t move on with his life until he makes peace with his past, accepts his fate, and remembers who he is.”
    Destiny picked a straw flower and twirled it between her fingers. “You know, your brother taking part in the whole angel/ghost thing doesn’t make much sense, given the fact that he’s a paranormal debunker.”
    “That’s what he’s hiding behind, his debunking. That’s why you’re here. He needs you, Destiny.”
    Destiny shivered and stopped walking. Her psychic purpose couldn’t be to help Morgan find himself. Could it? “If that’s my job, why are you here?”
    “I can tell you what Morgan likes, because if you know, it’ll be easier for you to get through to him, but I can’t tell you anything about your future.”
    “Funny,” Destiny said. “I can’t tell you anything about your future, either.”
    Meggie’s eyes twinkled. “Mine’s a done deal, wouldn’t you say?”
    Right. Ghosts had no future. A familiar warmth climbed Destiny’s cheeks. “Unless—do you believe in reincarnation?”
    Meggie directed her expression inward with a cat-who-lapped-the-cream expression. “One can only hope.”
    Horace resettled his cap and nodded. “I could do with another chance, myself. I’d like a big family next time around.”
    “Do either of you know why you’re still here at the lighthouse?”
    “To guide a ship through the fog?” Horace guessed. “Like always? I don’t know, but Meggie and I, we’ve been here a long time, and this is the most fun we’ve had. Right, Meggie?”
    Morgan’s sister skipped faster. “Right!”
    Destiny found it suddenly difficult to swallow, imagining what Morgan must have suffered at his little sister’s death. “Okay, Meggie. Tell me what your brother likes, because leading him to what he likes will probably bring him back to the time he’s trying to forget, right?”
    Meggie looked up at her angel, and the angel’s