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went to the bed. She slipped under the sheets and Ethan came to sit¯ float¯ on the edge of the bed. He rested his hand on her thigh on top of the sheets so not to make her cold.
    “Good night.”
    He couldn ’ t remember what the sensation of sleep entailed. What it was like to wake each morning with the renewed strength of energy. Now though, it didn ’ t much matter, he enjoyed watching the beauty before him. Here, he could stay for all eternity.
    * * *
     
    Cassie spent the morning on the web searching for anyone to assist her with her current predicament. Yes, insane, and at first she ’ d wondered if it had all been a dream. However, she couldn ’ t discount what had happened. The ghost had interacted with her and asked for help.
    It shocked her to discover Savannah, Georgia was well known for ghost sightings. Maybe she wasn ’ t crazy after all.
    After hours of scanning the internet, she ’ d narrowed down the list to one person. A medium who lived in town. Christine Cox even had a website, Ghosts Are Friends . Strange, but true.
    Cassie placed a quick telephone call and Christine agreed to come to the house later to see what she could uncover. After the call, Cassie buried herself in her work to make it through the day.
    Two more rooms done, dinner made, and Cassie ’ s muscles ached as she settled down to eat. Onto her last bite of lasagna, a soft knock at the door mirrored the chime of the grandfather clock as it struck nine p. m. Cassie threw her plate and silverware into the sink and ran toward the door. Once she opened it, her breath faltered.
    She expected an aged woman with long silver hair¯ a witch or something? The woman in front of her, however, could ’ ve been her best friend. Light brown pixie hair surrounded a round face with blue eyes that were pretty behind the dark eyeliner.
    “Are you Christine?”
    “Yes.” Christine offered a kind smile. “You must be Cassie.”
    Cassie attempted to return the smile, although, found it difficult. She doubted Christine held the ability to converse with ghosts. How could she with so few years behind her? Realizing she stood there saying nothing, Cassie widened the door and found her voice. “Please come in.”
    What could she do, turn her away? Christine ’ s visit had cost her three hundred dollars, and Cassie recognized she had made a terrible mistake.
    Christine stepped through the threshold and looked around. “Normal procedure is I take a tour of the house—”
    “Oh, go ahead,” Cassie interjected, closing the door with a slam.
    “Actually, I don ’ t have to. I feel him already.” Christine smiled.
    Cassie ’ s mouth dropped open. “You do?”
    “His essence is strong.” Christine strode toward the living room. “In here—yes—” Her words trailed off as she left a flabbergasted Cassie at the door.
    Recovering from her shock, Cassie forced her feet to move and joined Christine in the living room to find Christine sitting on the chaise.
    “It ’ s here.” Christine rubbed her hands along the soft crimson fabric.
    Cassie glanced around, looking for the ‘ it ’ , but found nothing. “Sorry, what ’ s here?”
    “The ghost,” Christine replied. “It isn ’ t attached to the house.” She patted the seat ’ s cushion. “It ’ s attached to the chaise.”
    To most people, her words might sound insane. To Cassie, it made a whole lot of sense. Nothing supernatural had happened until the antiques had been delivered to the home. Plus, the connection she ’ d felt to the chaise at the store. Could it be the ghost himself which captivated her?
    “Do you want to know about him?” Christine asked.
    Cassie sat with a heavy thud on the couch across from Christine in disbelief. Cassie had suspected the ghost existed. Now, though, it hit her. Something she never believed in just became all too real. “You can do that?”
    Christine nodded and closed her eyes. “Let ’ s see. . . .”
    A few minutes passed while Cassie stared