granola bar in half and giving him some. “Let’s have lunch together, but I’m not sharing my juice. You had yours,” she teased, pointing at the wine glasses. “Want me to call down and get you more?”
“Victoria Rose!”
She giggled, and then popped the food in her mouth. She needed to think about what was coming. It was probably best Julian thought she was sleeping.
Then there was a knock, and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Are you talking to Bethany in your head and behind my back?” he asked, staring at her.
“No, Jules. Why would I do that?”
“I have no idea, but I’m thinking you are.”
Oh, if he only knew….
Her gift was growing.
CHAPTER Five
Three Hours Later
Yes, it was time to get moving.
They’d rested for as long as they could, and the party downstairs was already started. There was no doubt that this ‘meet and greet’ was going to be interesting--to say least.
While they’d rather be out wandering around the winery, they had plenty of time to do that later. After all, it wasn’t like the ghosts were going anywhere.
Right?
As they headed down to the main floor, Julian and Tori were assaulted with the sound of tinkling glass, laughter, and piano music. Apparently, the Nelms liked to do it up.
Julian wasn’t shocked. That seemed about right. After all, the man had married a woman who garnered attention when she entered a room. Daniel must have enjoyed putting on one hell of a show.
In the midst of the company, they were just glad they had brought more than investigative gear. Tonight was like a social event, and Julian couldn’t wait.
He wanted to meet everyone.
If they had people around, that meant they could be suspects.
Someone was sabotaging the Nelms, and he didn't believe it was three angry dead girls. They might break glasses, but he didn't think they were stealing wine and money.
It was likely the living who were stirring the shit pot.
As they arrived downstairs, they easily spotted the hosts of the party. Sheila was drinking with her guests, Daniel was making sure the wait staff was doing their job, and the two youngest Nelms were there too.
Pearlie was mimicking her stepmother, showing off her assets to the men at the party, and Romeo was behind the bar pouring wine.
Well, the apples didn't fall far from the tree, now did they? Even though Sheila wasn’t Pearlie’s real mother, the girl had found her idol to mimic.
Before Julian and Tori could even enter the party, there were two men headed their way. Julian protectively dropped his arm over his wife’s shoulders, almost out of habit.
“You’re the Littlemoons!” the one said. He then grabbed his partner’s arm excitedly. “We saw you on the news!”
Yeah, who hadn’t?
If someone didn't recognize them, then that would be more shocking.
“Yes, we are. Who are you?” Tori asked, shaking their hands.
The older man smiled at her. “This is my significant other, Roman Remington, and I’m Mitch Pettigrew. We’re here on a romantic retreat,” he stated, waving his arms flamboyantly.
From the way the man was dressed, to his mannerisms, there was no doubt who the ‘wife’ in the couple was.
“Yes, we’re here to taste wine and learn about the process,” Roman added. “We just love the stuff.”
Well, at least someone did.
Mitch leaned in and whispered. “Are you here working? Is there a killer here? Oh my God! I’m getting excited.”
Julian wanted to punch him in the face, but Tori was leading this little fun fest. He was going to trust his wife to handle it.
“Actually, we’re taking a little vacation. We needed to get away, and someone recommended coming here.”
Both men looked down at her baby bump.
“You can’t drink though.”
Tori laughed easily as Beau arrived with two glasses on his tray.
“Ma’am, the owners had some sparkling cider brought in for you,” he stated, handing her a
“Victoria Rose!”
She giggled, and then popped the food in her mouth. She needed to think about what was coming. It was probably best Julian thought she was sleeping.
Then there was a knock, and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Are you talking to Bethany in your head and behind my back?” he asked, staring at her.
“No, Jules. Why would I do that?”
“I have no idea, but I’m thinking you are.”
Oh, if he only knew….
Her gift was growing.
CHAPTER Five
Three Hours Later
Yes, it was time to get moving.
They’d rested for as long as they could, and the party downstairs was already started. There was no doubt that this ‘meet and greet’ was going to be interesting--to say least.
While they’d rather be out wandering around the winery, they had plenty of time to do that later. After all, it wasn’t like the ghosts were going anywhere.
Right?
As they headed down to the main floor, Julian and Tori were assaulted with the sound of tinkling glass, laughter, and piano music. Apparently, the Nelms liked to do it up.
Julian wasn’t shocked. That seemed about right. After all, the man had married a woman who garnered attention when she entered a room. Daniel must have enjoyed putting on one hell of a show.
In the midst of the company, they were just glad they had brought more than investigative gear. Tonight was like a social event, and Julian couldn’t wait.
He wanted to meet everyone.
If they had people around, that meant they could be suspects.
Someone was sabotaging the Nelms, and he didn't believe it was three angry dead girls. They might break glasses, but he didn't think they were stealing wine and money.
It was likely the living who were stirring the shit pot.
As they arrived downstairs, they easily spotted the hosts of the party. Sheila was drinking with her guests, Daniel was making sure the wait staff was doing their job, and the two youngest Nelms were there too.
Pearlie was mimicking her stepmother, showing off her assets to the men at the party, and Romeo was behind the bar pouring wine.
Well, the apples didn't fall far from the tree, now did they? Even though Sheila wasn’t Pearlie’s real mother, the girl had found her idol to mimic.
Before Julian and Tori could even enter the party, there were two men headed their way. Julian protectively dropped his arm over his wife’s shoulders, almost out of habit.
“You’re the Littlemoons!” the one said. He then grabbed his partner’s arm excitedly. “We saw you on the news!”
Yeah, who hadn’t?
If someone didn't recognize them, then that would be more shocking.
“Yes, we are. Who are you?” Tori asked, shaking their hands.
The older man smiled at her. “This is my significant other, Roman Remington, and I’m Mitch Pettigrew. We’re here on a romantic retreat,” he stated, waving his arms flamboyantly.
From the way the man was dressed, to his mannerisms, there was no doubt who the ‘wife’ in the couple was.
“Yes, we’re here to taste wine and learn about the process,” Roman added. “We just love the stuff.”
Well, at least someone did.
Mitch leaned in and whispered. “Are you here working? Is there a killer here? Oh my God! I’m getting excited.”
Julian wanted to punch him in the face, but Tori was leading this little fun fest. He was going to trust his wife to handle it.
“Actually, we’re taking a little vacation. We needed to get away, and someone recommended coming here.”
Both men looked down at her baby bump.
“You can’t drink though.”
Tori laughed easily as Beau arrived with two glasses on his tray.
“Ma’am, the owners had some sparkling cider brought in for you,” he stated, handing her a
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