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.Like the baby coming out.It had made Della extra careful about birth control.The fae glanced down at her belly.“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous.But I’m more worried about the baby than myself.” She pulled her hair over her shoulder, her hand dropping to rest on her huge baby bump.Then she suddenly turned her head and looked behind her, then to the right.The quick movement reminded Della of Kylie when …“What’s wrong?” Della asked.“Nothing,” Holiday said, but her heart rate told Della it was a white lie.“Is it the ghost?” Della pulled her knees closer to her chest.Holiday fixed her green eyes on Della and her brow wrinkled.“Yes.How did you know?”“Kylie said there was one hanging around.She thinks it might be vampire.”Holiday nodded.“I think she’s right.It’s traveling at high speeds.”Della also remembered Kylie suspecting that it might be her uncle.“Did you see it?”“No.” Holiday continued to look left to right.“It’s moving so fast.” She shrugged.“Has it made contact with Kylie? Does she know what it wants?”Della shook her head.“Not unless she’s seen it since this morning.”“It’s odd,” Holiday said.“What’s odd?”“I don’t understand why it’s visiting both Kylie and me.Usually it only chooses one person to attach itself to.And it shouldn’t be hanging around if Kylie’s not here.”Della recalled Kylie saying she thought the ghost was there for Della.A chill ran down her backbone.No way did she want any ghost getting attached to her.Stiffening her spine, Della looked around and then asked, “Can you tell it to leave?”“Ghosts don’t work that way.”“Why did I know you were going to say that?” Probably because Kylie had already said it.Holiday pulled her phone out of her pocket.“Yikes, I’m supposed to meet Perry at the office right now.”Something about Holiday’s tone caught her attention.“Is something wrong with him?”Holiday hesitated.“No.Not really.” “I’d better go.” She gave Della a stern look and pointed to the front door to the cabin.“You get some sleep and if I find you running around again, you’ll have Burnett to deal with next time.”Holiday, belly huge, struggled to stand up.Della popped up and offered her a hand.“Don’t make it look so easy,” Holiday mumbled, but she accepted Della’s hand.Della watched Holiday waddle down the steps, her round belly leading the way.Della suddenly remembered.“Hey, what about the ghost?”“I’m sure it’ll follow me,” Holiday said.“A ghost usually only hangs around people who can detect it.”Della sure as heck hoped so.But as she walked inside the door, she could swear she felt a brush of cold air against her arm.Cold air as if someone flew past.As if a vampire flew past.She stopped and glanced around.No vampire, not even a blur of a really fast vampire.But the feeling, the feeling she wasn’t alone, didn’t go away.“Oh, crap,” she muttered.A ghost usually only hangs around people who can detect it.Holiday’s words echoed in Della’s head.If she’d felt something, wasn’t that detecting it? Or had she imagined it? Right then, something vibrated against her hip.She nearly jumped out of her skin before she realized it was her phone.She must have accidentally put it on vibrate.Glad for the interruption from her haunted thoughts, she snatched out her phone.Thinking and hoping it was Chan, she glanced at the number.It wasn’t Chan.Chapter Ten“Why didn’t you call me?” Steve asked first thing.“I got caught up with a few things and was busy,” Della said, knowing it wasn’t the complete truth.The real reason she hadn’t called him was fear.Fear she’d end up spouting out something about the cute little doctor’s daughter who’d polluted the air with all kinds of pheromones when she’d shot him that toothpaste-ad smile.Della couldn’t be jealous.Well, she shouldn’t be jealous.She had no hold on Steve.Had no right to insist he stay away from blond chicks with bigger boobs than she had and who wanted his body.But telling herself that didn’t make the feeling go away.It only made it worse.Because she hadn’t really thought about the girl’s boobs until now.“Too busy to call me?” he asked, sounding ticked.“Sorry,” she offered, and went into her bedroom, shut the door, and fell on the bed.“I wanted to go back to the falls on the off chance I could still catch a scent of the person who knocked me in the head.”“Dr.Whitman said for you to rest.”She rolled her eyes.“Look, I’ve already been read the riot act by Holiday, I don’t need you adding to it.”He huffed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]