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certifiably insane.
Her cell phone rang, and he put his hand on the door handle looking ready to bolt. “Please wait, Aidan.” Rubbing her throbbing temple, Samantha realized she’d overreacted. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have gone off that way. Let me take this call and then we can talk more. Will you please stay?”
When he nodded, she forced a smile to her lips. Then she took a breath and flipped open the phone to answer. A glance at the caller I.D. revealed a number she wasn’t familiar with, but that wasn’t unusual with all the people she dealt with on a daily basis in the construction business. “Hello. This is Samantha Landers.”
The reception was scratchy and the voice on the other end was garbled. Between clicks and buzzes, it was impossible to know who was calling. All she could understand was someone repeating her name.
“Hello. This is Sam. Who is this? Can you please speak up?” She stepped outside thinking the signal would be clearer, but it didn’t help. When she stepped back inside, more static and mumbled words crackled in her ear. “If you can hear me, will you please call back? We have a terrible connection.”
Suddenly the crackling ceased and the voice came in loud and strong. “Samantha, this is Mom. If you can hear me, I miss you.”
She glared at the phone and then threw it into the nearby chair like it was a lit firecracker. When she clapped a hand over her mouth, Aidan moved forward and searched her face.
“What was it?”
Mouth dry as sawdust, she whispered, “My mother.”
Aidan breathed a sigh of relief. “You had me concerned for a second. The way your eyes bulged, I thought you were talking to the Devil himself. Why’d you toss your phone into the chair?”
Her gaze darted between him and the cell phone. It was obvious he didn’t understand.
“Samantha, you’ve grown pale,” he said. “Tell me what’s wrong. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
When she found her voice, it was small and unsteady. “I think I just spoke to a ghost, Aidan. My mother’s been dead for five years.”
CHAPTER NINE
Samantha covered her ears with her hands as static began screeching from the phone. Aidan plucked it from the chair and hit the off button. His face was a blank slate as he handed the phone to her. Afraid to touch it, she asked him to place it on the coffee table, which he did.
After a couple of awkward moments, he said, “Are you sure it was your mother?”
“I’m not sure of anything anymore,” she confessed, feeling her energy drain like water from a sieve.
“I heard you say the connection was bad. You must have misunderstood the caller,” he suggested.
She gazed into his eyes, knowing there was no way she could confide in him, even though she needed someone to talk to. Chances were, if she attempted to explain the weird things that were going on, he’d think she’d gone off the deep end. She was starting to think that about herself.
“Yes, that must have been it,” she agreed limply. “I’m sorry about that. You probably think I’m a nutcase the way I’m behaving.”
Aidan waved a hand in the air. “Nah. Don’t worry about it.” His voice was amenable, but his face held doubt. After another uncomfortable moment of silence, he said, “One thing I’m wondering though. Why did you ask if I have a dog?”
That did it. Samantha was certain the medication prescribed by Dr. Teagan was causing her to experience hallucinations and imagine things that weren’t true. Either that or she was blacking out and having dreams that seeped into her conscious mind once she woke. There were no other explanations. Why else would she believe she was seeing things that didn’t exist, hearing voices that were long gone, and having conversations that never took place?
If Aidan didn’t have a dog and he never asked her to dinner, what else was not true? Was he a real man? Or could he be a figment of her imagination? Had they actually met
Her cell phone rang, and he put his hand on the door handle looking ready to bolt. “Please wait, Aidan.” Rubbing her throbbing temple, Samantha realized she’d overreacted. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have gone off that way. Let me take this call and then we can talk more. Will you please stay?”
When he nodded, she forced a smile to her lips. Then she took a breath and flipped open the phone to answer. A glance at the caller I.D. revealed a number she wasn’t familiar with, but that wasn’t unusual with all the people she dealt with on a daily basis in the construction business. “Hello. This is Samantha Landers.”
The reception was scratchy and the voice on the other end was garbled. Between clicks and buzzes, it was impossible to know who was calling. All she could understand was someone repeating her name.
“Hello. This is Sam. Who is this? Can you please speak up?” She stepped outside thinking the signal would be clearer, but it didn’t help. When she stepped back inside, more static and mumbled words crackled in her ear. “If you can hear me, will you please call back? We have a terrible connection.”
Suddenly the crackling ceased and the voice came in loud and strong. “Samantha, this is Mom. If you can hear me, I miss you.”
She glared at the phone and then threw it into the nearby chair like it was a lit firecracker. When she clapped a hand over her mouth, Aidan moved forward and searched her face.
“What was it?”
Mouth dry as sawdust, she whispered, “My mother.”
Aidan breathed a sigh of relief. “You had me concerned for a second. The way your eyes bulged, I thought you were talking to the Devil himself. Why’d you toss your phone into the chair?”
Her gaze darted between him and the cell phone. It was obvious he didn’t understand.
“Samantha, you’ve grown pale,” he said. “Tell me what’s wrong. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
When she found her voice, it was small and unsteady. “I think I just spoke to a ghost, Aidan. My mother’s been dead for five years.”
CHAPTER NINE
Samantha covered her ears with her hands as static began screeching from the phone. Aidan plucked it from the chair and hit the off button. His face was a blank slate as he handed the phone to her. Afraid to touch it, she asked him to place it on the coffee table, which he did.
After a couple of awkward moments, he said, “Are you sure it was your mother?”
“I’m not sure of anything anymore,” she confessed, feeling her energy drain like water from a sieve.
“I heard you say the connection was bad. You must have misunderstood the caller,” he suggested.
She gazed into his eyes, knowing there was no way she could confide in him, even though she needed someone to talk to. Chances were, if she attempted to explain the weird things that were going on, he’d think she’d gone off the deep end. She was starting to think that about herself.
“Yes, that must have been it,” she agreed limply. “I’m sorry about that. You probably think I’m a nutcase the way I’m behaving.”
Aidan waved a hand in the air. “Nah. Don’t worry about it.” His voice was amenable, but his face held doubt. After another uncomfortable moment of silence, he said, “One thing I’m wondering though. Why did you ask if I have a dog?”
That did it. Samantha was certain the medication prescribed by Dr. Teagan was causing her to experience hallucinations and imagine things that weren’t true. Either that or she was blacking out and having dreams that seeped into her conscious mind once she woke. There were no other explanations. Why else would she believe she was seeing things that didn’t exist, hearing voices that were long gone, and having conversations that never took place?
If Aidan didn’t have a dog and he never asked her to dinner, what else was not true? Was he a real man? Or could he be a figment of her imagination? Had they actually met
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