quotes “– spiritual guide. And really?” He opened his arms wide. “This is the best you could come up with?”
“How do you mean?” Tessa looked around at the empty space, nothing but cloud at her feet and pale blue air around them.
“Why not a flowery meadow? Or a lake?” In an instant, their surroundings changed and they stood beside a deep and clear lake surrounded by snowcapped mountains. “I’m partial to lakes, but you might like a beach, or something else.”
The air around them changed again, and they were both stretched out on beach chairs, a vast blue ocean before them. Tessa’s toenails blended into the horizon. A cabana boy wearing a speedo and carrying a tray with two drinks appeared. She nearly choked when she noticed the massive bulge at the front of his suit.
“You’re right, the beach is much better. Hello, lover.” Saylor ran his fingertips down the man’s thigh when the waiter bent to hand them their drinks. The guy winked at Saylor and ignored Tessa. She had to stretch to take her drink from the tray – even though it disappeared as soon as she picked it up – and she couldn’t miss the rapid expansion inside the front of the guy’s suit. The image in her mind of that thick muscle naked and aimed her way had her gasping for air.
Saylor leaned over and whispered behind his hand, “Would you think me terribly rude if I disappeared for just a few?” He ticked his head toward the retreating cabana boy.
Just a few steps away, the nearly-naked man vanished into thin air. Even though Saylor was right beside her, Tessa felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness. She looked up and down the beach, but she and her companion were the only signs of life. Or unlife. This was so confusing.
She’d been quiet long enough. It wasn’t in her to let herself be pushed around. “Why are you here again? You started to tell me, but I think you got sidetracked. You said something about a spirit guide.”
When he rolled his eyes again, Tessa had to hold back the urge to slap him upside the head. Eye rolling was a major pet peeve, one she’d quickly cured her fiancé of, back when she had a fiancé. Heaviness filled her heart. Ever since crossing over she managed to dodge all her morose feelings, but this Saylor guy was knocking down all those safety walls she’d erected.
“I’m here to guide you to the other side.” The sound of his voice brought her back to the present. “Since you haven’t crossed over, you’re either incredibly stubborn, or you have unfinished business back in life. My guess is both.”
Unfinished business? Of course she had unfinished business! She’d died suddenly one night after Michael gave her the best orgasm of her short life. Neither of them could have predicted the aneurysm lying in wait.
“What kind of unfinished business? I mean, I had a lot of things going on. How am I supposed to know what to do?”
Saylor pulled an index card from the back pocket of his skinny jeans. “Don’t freak out, Princess. We’re not talking dry-cleaning you forgot to pick up, or that ridiculous Halloween costume you were making for you boy toy.” He flicked the card with his index finger. “Usually, unfinished business is a little more in-depth than the energy drinks you forgot to pick up at the store.”
He pursed his lips and covered them with his fingers as he read the card. “Aww, that’s so sad.”
“What’s so sad?” Tessa tried to see around his hand and read the card herself, but Saylor leaned away.
In a flash, the beach disappeared. She stood beside Saylor in her own living room. Stretched out on the couch was her fiancé, Michael. One hand held a can of beer while the other mindlessly thumbed the remote at the TV. He paused only seconds on each channel before moving to the next. The coffee table in front of him was littered with take-out boxes from at least four different restaurants. Judging by the color of the food, Tessa guessed several of them had
“How do you mean?” Tessa looked around at the empty space, nothing but cloud at her feet and pale blue air around them.
“Why not a flowery meadow? Or a lake?” In an instant, their surroundings changed and they stood beside a deep and clear lake surrounded by snowcapped mountains. “I’m partial to lakes, but you might like a beach, or something else.”
The air around them changed again, and they were both stretched out on beach chairs, a vast blue ocean before them. Tessa’s toenails blended into the horizon. A cabana boy wearing a speedo and carrying a tray with two drinks appeared. She nearly choked when she noticed the massive bulge at the front of his suit.
“You’re right, the beach is much better. Hello, lover.” Saylor ran his fingertips down the man’s thigh when the waiter bent to hand them their drinks. The guy winked at Saylor and ignored Tessa. She had to stretch to take her drink from the tray – even though it disappeared as soon as she picked it up – and she couldn’t miss the rapid expansion inside the front of the guy’s suit. The image in her mind of that thick muscle naked and aimed her way had her gasping for air.
Saylor leaned over and whispered behind his hand, “Would you think me terribly rude if I disappeared for just a few?” He ticked his head toward the retreating cabana boy.
Just a few steps away, the nearly-naked man vanished into thin air. Even though Saylor was right beside her, Tessa felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness. She looked up and down the beach, but she and her companion were the only signs of life. Or unlife. This was so confusing.
She’d been quiet long enough. It wasn’t in her to let herself be pushed around. “Why are you here again? You started to tell me, but I think you got sidetracked. You said something about a spirit guide.”
When he rolled his eyes again, Tessa had to hold back the urge to slap him upside the head. Eye rolling was a major pet peeve, one she’d quickly cured her fiancé of, back when she had a fiancé. Heaviness filled her heart. Ever since crossing over she managed to dodge all her morose feelings, but this Saylor guy was knocking down all those safety walls she’d erected.
“I’m here to guide you to the other side.” The sound of his voice brought her back to the present. “Since you haven’t crossed over, you’re either incredibly stubborn, or you have unfinished business back in life. My guess is both.”
Unfinished business? Of course she had unfinished business! She’d died suddenly one night after Michael gave her the best orgasm of her short life. Neither of them could have predicted the aneurysm lying in wait.
“What kind of unfinished business? I mean, I had a lot of things going on. How am I supposed to know what to do?”
Saylor pulled an index card from the back pocket of his skinny jeans. “Don’t freak out, Princess. We’re not talking dry-cleaning you forgot to pick up, or that ridiculous Halloween costume you were making for you boy toy.” He flicked the card with his index finger. “Usually, unfinished business is a little more in-depth than the energy drinks you forgot to pick up at the store.”
He pursed his lips and covered them with his fingers as he read the card. “Aww, that’s so sad.”
“What’s so sad?” Tessa tried to see around his hand and read the card herself, but Saylor leaned away.
In a flash, the beach disappeared. She stood beside Saylor in her own living room. Stretched out on the couch was her fiancé, Michael. One hand held a can of beer while the other mindlessly thumbed the remote at the TV. He paused only seconds on each channel before moving to the next. The coffee table in front of him was littered with take-out boxes from at least four different restaurants. Judging by the color of the food, Tessa guessed several of them had
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