Proposal by Meg Cabot Page A

wind and salt spray whipping my hair across my face weren’t helping much, either. I seemed to have picked the worst possible place in the world for a marriage proposal.
    And yet, suddenly, I felt like the luckiest girl alive.
    I sank down into the sand beside him.
    â€œYes, Jesse de Silva,” I said, throwing my arms around his neck. “I will.”

 
    You saw the proposal . . . now don’t miss the wedding!
    Suze and Jesse finally tie the knot in . . .
    REMEMBRANCE
    A Mediator Novel
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    You can take the boy out of the darkness. But you can’t take the darkness out of the boy.
    All Susannah Simon wants is to make a good impression at her first job since graduating from college (and since becoming engaged to Dr. Jesse de Silva). But when she’s hired as a guidance counselor at her alma mater, she stumbles across a decade-­old murder, and soon ancient history isn’t all that’s coming back to haunt her. Old ghosts as well as new ones are coming out of the woodwork, some to test her, some to vex her, and it isn’t only because she’s a mediator, gifted with second sight.
    What happens when old ghosts come back to haunt you? If you’re a mediator, you might have to kick a little ass.
    From a sophomore haunted by the murderous specter of a child, to ghosts of a very different kind—­including Paul Slater, Suze’s ex, who shows up to make a bargain Suze is certain must have come from the Devil himself—­ Suze isn’t sure she’ll make it through the semester, let alone to her wedding night. Suze is used to striking first and asking questions later. But what happens when ghosts from her past—­including one she found nearly impossible to resist—­strike first?

 
    Uno
    I T STARTED WHILE I was in the middle of an extremely heated online battle over a pair of black leather platform boots. That’s when a chime sounded on my desktop, letting me know I’d received an e-mail.
    Ordinarily I’d have ignored it, since my need for a pair of stylish yet functional boots was at an all-time high. My last ones had met with an unfortunate accident when I was mediating a particularly stubborn NCDP (Non-Compliant Deceased Person) down at the Carmel marina, and both of us had ended up in the water.
    Unfortunately, I was at work, and my boss, Father Dominic, frowns on his employees ignoring e-mails at work, even at an unpaid internship like mine.
    Muttering, “I’ll be back,” at the screen (in what I considered to be a pretty good imitation of Arnold Schwarzenegger as the Terminator), I clicked my in-box, keeping the screen to the auction open. With their steel-reinforced toes and chunky heels, these boots were perfect for dealing with those who needed a swift kick in the butt in order to encourage them to pass on to the afterlife, though I doubt that’s why the person who kept trying to outbid me—Maximillian28, a totally lame screen name—wanted them so badly.
    But if there’s anything I’ve learned in the mediation business, it’s that you shouldn’t make assumptions.
    Which is exactly what I realized when I saw the name of the e-mail’s sender. It wasn’t one of my coworkers at the Mission Academy, let alone a parent or a student. It wasn’t a family member or friend, either.
    It was someone I hadn’t had any contact with in a long, long time—someone I’d hoped never to hear from again. Just seeing his name in my in-box caused my blood to boil . . . or freeze. I wasn’t sure which.
    Forgetting about the boots, I clicked on the e-mail’s text.
    To: [email protected]
    Fr: [email protected]
    Re: Your House
    Date: November 16 1:00:02 PM PST
    Hi, Suze.
    I’m sure you’ve heard by now that my new company, Slater Industries, has purchased your old house on 99