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didn’t care. I said, “One of Sleepy’s friends, I’m sure. What was that you were saying? About how you like it being just the two of us?”
    But Jesse was squinting through the darkness. “This is not a friend of Jake’s,” he said. “Not bringing with him so much…fear. Could this be the boy, Michael, perhaps?”
    â€œWhat?”
    I swung around and, clinging to the edge of the roof, watched as a minivan pulled up the driveway and parked behind my mother’s car.
    A second later, Michael Meducci got out from behind the wheel, and with a nervous glance at my front door, began heading toward it, his expression determined.
    â€œOh my God,” I cried, reeling back from the roof’s edge. “You’re right! It’s him! What do I do?”
    Jesse only shook his head at me. “What do you mean, what do you do? You know what to do. You’ve done this hundreds of times before.” When I only continued to stare at him, he leaned forward, until his face was just a couple of inches from mine.
    But instead of kissing me like I’d hoped, for one wild heart-pounding moment, he would, hesaid, enunciating distinctly, “You’re a mediator, Susannah. Go mediate.”
    I opened my mouth to inform him that I highly doubted Michael was at my house because he wanted help with his poltergeist problem, considering he couldn’t know I was in the ghostbusting business. It was much more likely that he was here to ask me out. On a date. Something that I was sure had never occurred to Jesse, since they probably didn’t have dates back when he’d been alive, but which happened to girls in the twenty-first century with alarming regularity. Well, not to me, necessarily, but to most girls, anyway.
    I was about to point out that this was going to ruin our wonderful opportunity to be alone together when the doorbell rang, and deep inside the house, I heard Doc yell, “I’ll get it!”
    â€œOh, God,” I said, and dropped my head down into my hands.
    â€œSusannah,” Jesse said. There was concern in his voice. “Are you all right?”
    I shook myself. What was I thinking? Michael Meducci was not at my house to ask me out. If he’d wanted to ask me out, he would have called like a normal person. No, he was here for some other reason. I had nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
    â€œI’m fine,” I said, and got slowly to my feet.
    â€œYou don’t sound fine,” Jesse said.
    â€œI’m fine,” I said. I started crawling back into my room, through the open window Spike used.
    I had wiggled most of the way in when the inevitable thump on my door occurred. “Enter,” I said from where I lay, collapsed against the window seat, and Doc opened the door and stuck his head into my room.
    â€œHey, Suze,” he whispered. “There’s a guy here to see you. I think it’s that guy you all were talking about at dinner. You know, the guy from the mall.”
    â€œI know,” I said to the ceiling.
    â€œWell,” Doc said, fidgeting a little. “What should I do? I mean, your mom sent me up here to tell you. Should I say you’re in the shower, or something?” Doc’s voice became a little dry. “That’s what girls always have their brothers say when my friends and I try calling them.”
    I turned my head and looked at Doc. If I’d had to choose one Ackerman brother to be stuck with on a desert island, Doc would definitely have been my pick. Red-haired and freckle-faced, he hadn’t quite grown into his enormous ears yet, but at only twelve he was by far the smartest of my stepbrothers.
    The thought of any girl making up an excuse to avoid talking to him made my blood boil.
    His statement tweaked my conscience. Of course I wasn’t going to make up an excuse. Michael Meducci may be a geek. And he may not have acted with any real class earlier that day at the