Ghost
Under the Golden Moon by Sky Taylor
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At first, Nick was so puzzled by
her gesture that it took him a moment for her words to register. And when they
did, he tossed back his dark head and delivered a deep laugh.
"Ghost? Who told you about
the ghost?" he asked when he finally managed to recover.
Fayne squirmed around in the passenger
seat, unable to find a comfortable spot. Obviously, this beer-hick didn't believe
in ghosts.
Aggravated by his mocking laugh,
she blurted out, "My brother - that's who. Why do you think I was trying
so hard to get through the woods before nightfall?"
"So that explains the Indy-500
experience," Nick mocked, more to himself than to Fayne's flared ears.
"I'm quite serious, Nick,"
she insisted, folding her arms - a body gesture that signified that her mind
was closed on the matter. "I made the stupid mistake of missing my turn
in order to avoid this strip. And it looks like my luck is only getting worse,"
Fayne told him, nodding towards the Italian sports car hugging the massive oak.
"Obviously, I'm under some-some curse."
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