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at the thought that he remembered me.
“You're the cute little blonde. You're calling about Haven?”
I blushed at the cute blonde remark and almost stuttered when I answered. I was suddenly glad I'd kept my back to Micah. “Yeah, are you meeting tonight?”
“Sure are. You thinking about coming?”
“Maybe,” I said uncertainly.
“Oh come on, no maybes. Say you'll come. It's a great bunch; I think you'd like them. Are you shy?”
“A little.”
“I used to be really shy too, so I understand. How about if I meet you in from of the main doors at Wicomico Hall and we can walk in together. That way I can introduce you.”
He wasn't leaving me much room to back out. I gave a mental shrug and gave in. “Ok, what time?”
“The meeting starts at eight, so how about if we meet at like quarter of in front of the doors?”
“Ok.”
“Great, see you then, Killian.”
“See you then.”
We hung up and I took a second to pull myself together before I turned back toward Micah. “I'm supposed to meet him in front of Wicomico Hall at quarter of eight,” I told him.
He glanced at his watch again. “Then you'd better get going. It's at least a forty-five minute drive from here.”
I nodded and stood up at the same time Micah did. He moved towards me until he was standing so close I could feel his body heat, almost touching, but not quite. I slid my arms around his waist and pulled him against me, my lips finding his. We kissed for a minute, then he slipped gently away.
“I'm sorry about, well, you know,” he said softly.
I gave him a half-smile. “You'll tell me when you're ready. Or I'm ready, whichever it is. Don't worry about it. I'll live.”
He pulled me in for a tight hug. “I love you, Killian. Don't ever doubt that.”
“I love you, too,” I responded, my voice muffled by his shoulder.
He pulled back and gave me one more quick kiss before we walked downstairs together.
I stuck my head into the living room where Steve was reading a book. Tonight was his night at home and he was taking full advantage of his time away from the B&B. Steve was about the same age as Adam and was just as handsome, in a darker more solid way. He had been a successful architect, but he'd given up his practice to open Amalie's House. Adam and Steve had been together since Adam and his wife had broken up when he came out to her. I told Steve where I was going and he sent me on my way with a wave and an absent-minded smile. He's been very distracted lately, and it occurred to me that it was possible he really was feeling weighed down by the idea that the B&B might not be a success.
I thought about the whole situation during the drive to school. I knew Steve had sunk a sizable fortune into buying, restoring, and renovating the house, a fortune he had partially inherited and partially saved from his successful business. I also knew that except for a small safety net he'd put into CD's, almost all his money had gone into launching this thing. He was now almost completely depending on the Bed and Breakfast being a success or else he'd find himself pretty much broke. It struck me that he was probably sweating this out a lot more than I had realized.
And of course, there was also Amalie . As Adam had said, she wasn't helping the situation. I sighed deeply and resolved to talk to Steve soon. If he really was as upset about the ghost as Judy and Adam had said, then maybe I'd have to think a little more seriously about going back to the house with Judy. As much as I wanted to avoid doing just that, my family was more important than my fear, and I had to admit, I was afraid.
My further contemplation of the subject was
“You're the cute little blonde. You're calling about Haven?”
I blushed at the cute blonde remark and almost stuttered when I answered. I was suddenly glad I'd kept my back to Micah. “Yeah, are you meeting tonight?”
“Sure are. You thinking about coming?”
“Maybe,” I said uncertainly.
“Oh come on, no maybes. Say you'll come. It's a great bunch; I think you'd like them. Are you shy?”
“A little.”
“I used to be really shy too, so I understand. How about if I meet you in from of the main doors at Wicomico Hall and we can walk in together. That way I can introduce you.”
He wasn't leaving me much room to back out. I gave a mental shrug and gave in. “Ok, what time?”
“The meeting starts at eight, so how about if we meet at like quarter of in front of the doors?”
“Ok.”
“Great, see you then, Killian.”
“See you then.”
We hung up and I took a second to pull myself together before I turned back toward Micah. “I'm supposed to meet him in front of Wicomico Hall at quarter of eight,” I told him.
He glanced at his watch again. “Then you'd better get going. It's at least a forty-five minute drive from here.”
I nodded and stood up at the same time Micah did. He moved towards me until he was standing so close I could feel his body heat, almost touching, but not quite. I slid my arms around his waist and pulled him against me, my lips finding his. We kissed for a minute, then he slipped gently away.
“I'm sorry about, well, you know,” he said softly.
I gave him a half-smile. “You'll tell me when you're ready. Or I'm ready, whichever it is. Don't worry about it. I'll live.”
He pulled me in for a tight hug. “I love you, Killian. Don't ever doubt that.”
“I love you, too,” I responded, my voice muffled by his shoulder.
He pulled back and gave me one more quick kiss before we walked downstairs together.
I stuck my head into the living room where Steve was reading a book. Tonight was his night at home and he was taking full advantage of his time away from the B&B. Steve was about the same age as Adam and was just as handsome, in a darker more solid way. He had been a successful architect, but he'd given up his practice to open Amalie's House. Adam and Steve had been together since Adam and his wife had broken up when he came out to her. I told Steve where I was going and he sent me on my way with a wave and an absent-minded smile. He's been very distracted lately, and it occurred to me that it was possible he really was feeling weighed down by the idea that the B&B might not be a success.
I thought about the whole situation during the drive to school. I knew Steve had sunk a sizable fortune into buying, restoring, and renovating the house, a fortune he had partially inherited and partially saved from his successful business. I also knew that except for a small safety net he'd put into CD's, almost all his money had gone into launching this thing. He was now almost completely depending on the Bed and Breakfast being a success or else he'd find himself pretty much broke. It struck me that he was probably sweating this out a lot more than I had realized.
And of course, there was also Amalie . As Adam had said, she wasn't helping the situation. I sighed deeply and resolved to talk to Steve soon. If he really was as upset about the ghost as Judy and Adam had said, then maybe I'd have to think a little more seriously about going back to the house with Judy. As much as I wanted to avoid doing just that, my family was more important than my fear, and I had to admit, I was afraid.
My further contemplation of the subject was
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