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her head at Gillian. “And neither can Gillian. Regina, my girl, I suggest that you connect with Constance as soon as possible. Leave the library alone. The time will come when you will have to face that evil, but for now, don’t let anyone go near it.” Then the grand old lady dropped the bomb. “Reggie, you should move into Bennett House for the time being.”
    “Are you crazy?”
    “Hell no!”
    “Over my dead body!”
    Chase, Travis and Sam all answered at the same time. Reggie and Gillian couldn’t help giggling as the old woman put the three of them in their place. When she was done, they looked like three very unhappy chastised little boys, and she continued uninterrupted.
    “Reggie, you were right to seek advice. I know I haven’t told you much, but trust me, it’s best you act on your own instincts without any more interference from me or Gillian. This thing is powerful, and if it’s not handled right, it could spell disaster. One that could send shock waves farther than any of us can imagine. Reggie, you have the strength. Trust yourself. I believe in you.”
    Ernestine smiled gently. “Sam, You may take me home now.” He opened his mouth to object, but thought better of it when Ernestine arched an eyebrow.
    After they’d left, Chase pinned Reggie with a blue-eyed stare. “If you’re moving in, then so am I.”
    “Yeah, good luck with that,” Reggie said casually.
    “Luck has nothing to do with it.”
    She narrowed her eyes at him and affected a bored sigh. “Ernestine seems to think it’s the thing to do, moving into a haunted house. All the kids are doing it.”
    “Not funny, Reg,” said Travis. “I’m with Chase. Since he’s the only one Ernestine thinks can help you, then you’re stuck with him. It’s either Chase or all of us and Ernestine can go to hell.” He was deadly serious.
    Serenely, Gillian said, “Chase is right, Reggie.”
     
    The next day, Reggie moved into Bennett House. Not quite a dream come true, Reggie mused. Chase had helped her bring her stuff upstairs to the master bedroom. It was positively painful to act naturally around him with that huge bed standing between them. She cursed her vivid imagination and refused to look him in the eye.
    Nervous, she filled the room with chatter.
    “I called Pat Somers’s agent, and she said it was fine that I stay here. She knew about the thefts and vandalism. I guess Duncan told her. I said nothing about you staying too. You’ll have to do that yourself. That’s not my responsibility.” She stopped talking for a second and smoothed a sheet over the bed. He grabbed the other end of it and tucked it in. It was a very domestic little scene, and it disturbed her more than she cared to acknowledge. He hadn’t told her where he intended to sleep, and she was afraid to ask.
    Instead, she stated, “I feel like chips,” and walked out of the room and down the stairs. She had to get away. Chase’s proximity was starting to erode her self discipline. He didn’t speak much, so she couldn’t take umbrage with anything he said. The tension was palpable. Reggie’s hold on her temper was slipping, and his presence was unsettling. She couldn’t stop remembering what it felt like to be kissed by him, and in a few hours, they’d be spending the night together. She was becoming a nervous wreck. Soon she’d weigh two hundred and fifty pounds if she didn’t find something other than food to alleviate her stress.
    After grabbing a bag of potato chips from the kitchen, she rushed outside to the garden. She was glad she’d thought to bring groceries. At this rate, she’d be forced to replenish her supplies on a daily basis. She’d frowned when she noted that Chase had brought supplies of his own. It all felt a little too domestic.
    The work on the house and grounds was moving right along despite her distraction. Desperately, she clung to her work, trying to take her mind off Chase. She’d selected most of the interior paint colors