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a shiver.
My gaze traveled downward to where the silver medallion nestled in the hollow of his throat. When I leaned in to get a better look at the insignia, another strange thing happened. I grew suddenly breathless. Not the fluttery feel one gets from excitement or fear, but a paralyzing sensation akin to having the wind knocked out of me.
I stumbled back and put a hand to my chest. Whoa.
Devlin muttered something in his sleep, and I scurried away even farther, bumping into the desk and dropping, weak-kneed, into my chair. My gaze went back to him as I nervously tucked a strand of hair behind one ear. What just happened?
I tried not to overreact, but that pressure in my chest was very uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to make of the experience.
Finally as my breathing eased, I decided it was just some weird by-product of nerves or an overstimulated imagination. Forcing my attention away from Devlin, I turned on my laptop to check the responses to last week’s blog entry— “Graveyard Detective: Sleuthing for the Dead.” A prescient article, as it turned out. Which made me a little apprehensive about my next topic—“Sex in a Cemetery: Graveyard Taboos.”
I shot Devlin another look. Still fast asleep.
An hour passed before he finally stirred. He opened his eyes and glanced around in confusion. When he saw me staring at him, he sat up abruptly, swinging his legs over the side of the chaise and scrubbing his face with his hands.
“How long have I been out?”
“An hour, give or take.”
“Damn.” He glanced at his watch, then ran a hand through his mussed hair. “Sorry. I never do that. I don’t know what happened.”
I shrugged. “It’s a cozy spot with all that sunlight. I always get a little drowsy myself when I sit there.”
“It was more than drowsy. I was dead to the world. I haven’t slept that hard since…” He paused, frowned, then glanced away.
I wondered what he’d been about to say. “You had a late night. You’re probably exhausted.”
“It wasn’t that. It’s this place.” He shook his head, as if trying to clear the cobwebs. “It’s peaceful here.” His gaze met mine and I felt electricity pulse along my nerve endings.
“I haven’t felt this rested in years,” he said.
Maybe it was my imagination, but he did look different, sitting there in the sunlight. The dark smudges under his eyes had faded and he appeared rested and serene. Rejuvenated, I would almost say.
By contrast, I still felt weak in the knees and though the pressure in my chest had lessened, there was now an unpleasant hollowness in the pit of my stomach and an overall lethargy that was foreign to me. As we sat there staring across the room at one another, I had the sudden notion that Devlin had somehow leeched my energy while he slept.
That was impossible, of course. He wasn’t a ghost. At that moment, I’d never seen anyone who looked more alive.
“You okay? You look a little pale,” he said.
I swallowed. “Do I?”
“Maybe it’s just the light.” He picked up the books and stood. “Do you mind if I keep these for a few days? I’ll take good care of them.”
“No, I don’t mind.” I rose, too, on shaky legs. “Do you have any idea when I can get back into the cemetery?”
“We’re doing another sweep tomorrow afternoon. I’d like you to be there if you can arrange it.”
My father’s rules raced through my head, then faded. “Wouldn’t I be in the way?”
“Just the opposite. You’re more familiar with the terrain than any of us. If anything seems out of place, who better to spot it than you?”
“I’m not sure I’m free,” I murmured.
“If it’s a matter of money—”
“It’s not. It’s a matter of clearing my schedule.”
“One o’clock, if you can make it. It could take a few hours, so you might want to plan accordingly.”
I let him out the same way we’d come in, and then I hurried through the house and parted the curtains at one of the front
My gaze traveled downward to where the silver medallion nestled in the hollow of his throat. When I leaned in to get a better look at the insignia, another strange thing happened. I grew suddenly breathless. Not the fluttery feel one gets from excitement or fear, but a paralyzing sensation akin to having the wind knocked out of me.
I stumbled back and put a hand to my chest. Whoa.
Devlin muttered something in his sleep, and I scurried away even farther, bumping into the desk and dropping, weak-kneed, into my chair. My gaze went back to him as I nervously tucked a strand of hair behind one ear. What just happened?
I tried not to overreact, but that pressure in my chest was very uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to make of the experience.
Finally as my breathing eased, I decided it was just some weird by-product of nerves or an overstimulated imagination. Forcing my attention away from Devlin, I turned on my laptop to check the responses to last week’s blog entry— “Graveyard Detective: Sleuthing for the Dead.” A prescient article, as it turned out. Which made me a little apprehensive about my next topic—“Sex in a Cemetery: Graveyard Taboos.”
I shot Devlin another look. Still fast asleep.
An hour passed before he finally stirred. He opened his eyes and glanced around in confusion. When he saw me staring at him, he sat up abruptly, swinging his legs over the side of the chaise and scrubbing his face with his hands.
“How long have I been out?”
“An hour, give or take.”
“Damn.” He glanced at his watch, then ran a hand through his mussed hair. “Sorry. I never do that. I don’t know what happened.”
I shrugged. “It’s a cozy spot with all that sunlight. I always get a little drowsy myself when I sit there.”
“It was more than drowsy. I was dead to the world. I haven’t slept that hard since…” He paused, frowned, then glanced away.
I wondered what he’d been about to say. “You had a late night. You’re probably exhausted.”
“It wasn’t that. It’s this place.” He shook his head, as if trying to clear the cobwebs. “It’s peaceful here.” His gaze met mine and I felt electricity pulse along my nerve endings.
“I haven’t felt this rested in years,” he said.
Maybe it was my imagination, but he did look different, sitting there in the sunlight. The dark smudges under his eyes had faded and he appeared rested and serene. Rejuvenated, I would almost say.
By contrast, I still felt weak in the knees and though the pressure in my chest had lessened, there was now an unpleasant hollowness in the pit of my stomach and an overall lethargy that was foreign to me. As we sat there staring across the room at one another, I had the sudden notion that Devlin had somehow leeched my energy while he slept.
That was impossible, of course. He wasn’t a ghost. At that moment, I’d never seen anyone who looked more alive.
“You okay? You look a little pale,” he said.
I swallowed. “Do I?”
“Maybe it’s just the light.” He picked up the books and stood. “Do you mind if I keep these for a few days? I’ll take good care of them.”
“No, I don’t mind.” I rose, too, on shaky legs. “Do you have any idea when I can get back into the cemetery?”
“We’re doing another sweep tomorrow afternoon. I’d like you to be there if you can arrange it.”
My father’s rules raced through my head, then faded. “Wouldn’t I be in the way?”
“Just the opposite. You’re more familiar with the terrain than any of us. If anything seems out of place, who better to spot it than you?”
“I’m not sure I’m free,” I murmured.
“If it’s a matter of money—”
“It’s not. It’s a matter of clearing my schedule.”
“One o’clock, if you can make it. It could take a few hours, so you might want to plan accordingly.”
I let him out the same way we’d come in, and then I hurried through the house and parted the curtains at one of the front
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