theyâre not married to each other anymore.â
âIâm sorry.â
âDonât be.â He almost stopped there, but thought of Corrieâs revelation about her past. Remembered the way sheâd merely stood there after his brush-off the night before. She deserved more from him. âTheyâre great people, just not with each other. Theyâve both remarried and I like both the new stepparents.â
âWhere do they live?â
âAll of them?â
âAll of them.â
He told her about his brotherâs vagabond existence on a research yacht in the Caribbean, his sisterâs recent marriage to a stockbroker in Idaho, and his parentsâ lives in northern New Mexico and southern Texas.
He liked the way she listened, interjecting laughter when he solicited it and sympathetic murmurs when he touched on topics that naturally called for empathy.
âHow long have you been teaching?â
He stiffened somewhat, dreading the inevitablequestions about his past. âAbout ten years, give or take.â
âYouâre good at it,â she stated, not inviting argument over her pronouncement. âThe kids adore you.â
He didnât want their adoration or even their trust. He just wanted their safety. Not comfortable with continuing that vein of discussion, he asked, âWhy did you leave radio?â
She didnât answer immediately as she was leaving the main highway from Carlsbad to Roswell for the gravel road leading to the ranch. She slowed the Bronco down to avoid swerving and sliding on the rocks.
âWhy did I leave PBS? I guess you could call it burnout,â she said, making him wonder what she called it. âOne day it just seemed Iâd asked all the questions before. I wasnât editing sound bites for story impact anymore, but because some politico had made a grammatical error.â
âYour fans will miss you.â
âI doubt that,â she said. âThereâs always some young, starry-eyed kid with a golden voice waiting in the wings somewhere.â
âThat describes you to a tee.â
âIâm no kid anymore.â
âYou look like one. And, you still have stars in your eyes and a voice that sounds like the low strings of a harp.â
He was watching her face and met her look of pleased surprise with a neutrality he hoped let her know he was speaking nothing but the truth. âYou said you were an orphan. Were you raised in an orphanage?â
âMostly, yes,â she said, but didnât elaborate.
âDo you want to tell me about it?â
âNo,â she said firmly, then added, âIâm sorry. But itâs long ago and far away and I prefer it to stay that way.â She reached a hand out and lightly touched his arm, not looking at him. He wondered if the gesture was to apologize for not sharing her past with him, or to reassure him that she hadnât been broken by it. She was in the process of pulling her hand away when she suddenly dropped it back down, clutching him. âWhat is that? â
Directly ahead of them on the long, lonely ranch road, a figure draped in black walked alone at the edge of the bar ditch.
Mack felt his heart jerk reflexively and his fingertips tingled as adrenaline shot through his system. Everything in him wanted to yell at Corrie to drive faster, to pass the apparition by, because it wasnât of this realm. The figure could only be a ghost.
Corrie braked hard, breathing shallowly. âIf I were Catholic, Iâd be crossing myself.â
The headlights centered on the figure in black, slowly walking down the ranch road in the same direction they had been traveling.
âTell me you see her, too,â she said.
âI see her,â he said tersely, though until sheâd spoken he hadnât seen the figure as female. Now, because the car was stopped and the headlights shone directly on the phantom, he could make out the
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