it.â
Wyatt nodded, but said under his breath, âI liked the other one better.â
Ash gave a derogatory snort. âI bet you did.â
Wyatt squatted there for another moment, trying to think of anything to say that could convey his regret. No words came, though, and he admitted to himself that Ash was done with the conversation and he should be as well.
He stood with a sigh. âI am sorry.â
Ash pursed his lips and nodded without looking up.
âTake care, huh?â Wyatt said as he trudged to the door. It sounded so weak that he instantly regretted saying it.
âHey, Wyatt,â Ash said as soon as Wyatt reached for the doorknob. Wyatt turned around. Ash was still sitting with his back to the door. âYou know what I always do in the morning with someone whoâs slept over?â
Wyattâs stomach flip-flopped. âWhat?â
âI fuck them again.â
Wyatt closed his eyes as a jolt of lust shot through him. He reached for the knob and lowered his head. âWish Iâd stuck around to see that.â
âYeah,â Ash said. âSo do I.â
Wyatt exited the bar before he could subject himself to any more abuse, no matter how much he deserved it. He stood outside and peered up into the crisp blue sky for a long time, trying to reconcile that heâd probably screwed up what could have been a good thing. When he looked down again, his eyes landed on the chalk sign that was chained to the front of the building. He frowned. The specials had been erased, but the bottom still advertised the ghost tours.
Wyattâs body lurched as an idea hit him like a truckload of Acme anvils. He turned back to the door in time to see Ash stand and viciously kick the A/C unit. He banged on the glass. âHey!â
Ash jumped and turned around. He frowned when he saw Wyatt standing there, then he tossed the screwdriver aside and stalked over to the door.
âWhat the hell, man?â he said through the glass.
âThose ghost tours, do they start from here every night?â Wyatt asked as he pointed at the sign.
âWhat?â Ash frowned.
âThe ghost tours!â
âYeah. Monday through Saturday. They start around eight this time of year. When itâs good and dark.â
âAre they popular?â
âYeah. They bring in about twenty percent of our business.â Ash crossed his arms over his chest, obviously confused by Wyattâs sudden change of interest. âWhy?â
âWhat sort of things do they show you?â
âI donât know, man, ghost stories and shit. Iâve never been on one. Are you done?â
âNo! I need to know what sort of stories they tell!â
Ash flopped his hands in exasperation. âWhy?â
âThe October exhibition!â Wyatt shouted back, pointing in the direction of the museum. âGhost stories! A history of ghost stories! That could save my job!â
Ash stared at him, then shook his head and shrugged. âThe state is full of ghosts and myths and legends, man. You could make an exhibit about them, but youâd be pandering if you went that route without some serious research and truth behind it.â
âHell, panderingâs what they want me to do. My life is research!â
âThen take a couple ghost tours. Present the stories as theyâre believed to be and then tell the truth behind them. Make it worthy, at least.â
Wyatt rapped his knuckles on the glass. âThank you,â he whispered before turning and jogging away.
Ash stood at the door, frowning as he watched Wyatt jog down the sidewalk toward the museum.
âWhy is it always the wackadoos whoâre so good in bed?â he said sadly.
A loud bang from upstairs seemed to answer him, and he jumped and turned, looking up at the ceiling as his heart rate skyrocketed.
He stayed silent and still, holding his breath. But all he could hear was his own heart pounding in his ears.
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