sight of Steve probably freaked them out.
She found his footprints in the dew and followed them through the main gate and down the fence line until she lost them at the edge of the property, hidden by a cushion of pine needles.
“Steve!”
Nothing.
She walked a short distance into the woods, listening for the sound of his footsteps. He couldn’t have gotten that far ahead of her, it took her less than a minute to grab her clothes, and he was walking slower than his normal gait. “Steven Corey!”
Nothing.
A chill settled over her. Then the flashlight went out.
“Shit.” She shook it, beating it against the palm of her hand. This was stupid. The batteries were brand new, and she hadn’t dropped it.
She looked around, every noise amplified in the still darkness.
“Steven Corey, I’m going back to the house. Enjoy sleeping outside tonight.”
The moon wasn’t quite full, but it cast enough light to pick her way through the trees back to the house. As she broke through to the clearing, she thought she saw something off to the south. “Steve?” She walked along the property line, catching intermittent glimpses of whatever it was.
“Steve, this is not funny!” She tried the flashlight again, and this time it worked. She shined it toward the area and saw…
Nothing.
A shudder ran through her. A trick of the light, that’s all.
It had to be. She didn’t see a ghostly figure of a woman. She did not .
Sami turned on her heel and stormed back to the house, choosing anger over fear. Locking the kitchen door behind her, she stomped through the living room and made sure the front door was locked, too. Then she went upstairs to rinse the dirt off her feet.
And found Steve sound asleep in their bed.
It wasn’t possible.
How had he circled around her so fast? She saw him walk across the yard. And she never heard the screen door open—she would have heard him get back to the house.
She turned on the overhead light and ripped the covers off him. He started protesting, and she backed away from the bed.
His feet were clean and dry. Judging from his response, he had been sound asleep.
“What the hell, Sami? What’s going on?”
“You tell me! I just followed your ass out the back door and across the yard. You disappeared into the woods and my flashlight went out, so I came back to the house.” She left out the part about thinking she saw something. What had she seen anyway? Probably nothing. Trick of the moonlight.
He propped himself up on his elbows. “Sami, I came up to bed a little after midnight.”
“No, you didn’t. I heard and saw you walk outside. You were not up here in bed with me.”
“Sami, I—”
“No! Dammit, I know what I heard, and I know what I saw!”
She snatched her pillow from the bed, now not quite sure what she heard and saw. She started to leave, determined to sleep in the guest room.
He caught her by the arm, firmly but not painfully. He was so damn fast on his feet.
“Sami, please—”
She yanked free. “Don’t you ever grab me like that again, do you hear me!”
She saw confusion, hurt, and something else she couldn’t name in his eyes. She didn’t care at this point.
“Sami, please wait, there has to be an explanation.”
“Yes, the explanation is you’re getting off playing some sort of mind game with me, and I do not appreciate it. You were supposedly ‘sleepwalking’ again. I know what I saw. I didn’t imagine it. I don’t know how you got back here before I did and without me seeing you. Frankly, I don’t care.” She slammed the bedroom door behind her, blood pounding in her temples.
How had he circled around her so quickly?
She rinsed her feet off in the guest bath when it hit her. She stepped out of the tub and opened the bedroom door. “Get up. Come downstairs. Now.”
He did, recognizing conversation with her was pointless. He followed her downstairs to his study, where she sat in front of his computer and touched the power
She found his footprints in the dew and followed them through the main gate and down the fence line until she lost them at the edge of the property, hidden by a cushion of pine needles.
“Steve!”
Nothing.
She walked a short distance into the woods, listening for the sound of his footsteps. He couldn’t have gotten that far ahead of her, it took her less than a minute to grab her clothes, and he was walking slower than his normal gait. “Steven Corey!”
Nothing.
A chill settled over her. Then the flashlight went out.
“Shit.” She shook it, beating it against the palm of her hand. This was stupid. The batteries were brand new, and she hadn’t dropped it.
She looked around, every noise amplified in the still darkness.
“Steven Corey, I’m going back to the house. Enjoy sleeping outside tonight.”
The moon wasn’t quite full, but it cast enough light to pick her way through the trees back to the house. As she broke through to the clearing, she thought she saw something off to the south. “Steve?” She walked along the property line, catching intermittent glimpses of whatever it was.
“Steve, this is not funny!” She tried the flashlight again, and this time it worked. She shined it toward the area and saw…
Nothing.
A shudder ran through her. A trick of the light, that’s all.
It had to be. She didn’t see a ghostly figure of a woman. She did not .
Sami turned on her heel and stormed back to the house, choosing anger over fear. Locking the kitchen door behind her, she stomped through the living room and made sure the front door was locked, too. Then she went upstairs to rinse the dirt off her feet.
And found Steve sound asleep in their bed.
It wasn’t possible.
How had he circled around her so fast? She saw him walk across the yard. And she never heard the screen door open—she would have heard him get back to the house.
She turned on the overhead light and ripped the covers off him. He started protesting, and she backed away from the bed.
His feet were clean and dry. Judging from his response, he had been sound asleep.
“What the hell, Sami? What’s going on?”
“You tell me! I just followed your ass out the back door and across the yard. You disappeared into the woods and my flashlight went out, so I came back to the house.” She left out the part about thinking she saw something. What had she seen anyway? Probably nothing. Trick of the moonlight.
He propped himself up on his elbows. “Sami, I came up to bed a little after midnight.”
“No, you didn’t. I heard and saw you walk outside. You were not up here in bed with me.”
“Sami, I—”
“No! Dammit, I know what I heard, and I know what I saw!”
She snatched her pillow from the bed, now not quite sure what she heard and saw. She started to leave, determined to sleep in the guest room.
He caught her by the arm, firmly but not painfully. He was so damn fast on his feet.
“Sami, please—”
She yanked free. “Don’t you ever grab me like that again, do you hear me!”
She saw confusion, hurt, and something else she couldn’t name in his eyes. She didn’t care at this point.
“Sami, please wait, there has to be an explanation.”
“Yes, the explanation is you’re getting off playing some sort of mind game with me, and I do not appreciate it. You were supposedly ‘sleepwalking’ again. I know what I saw. I didn’t imagine it. I don’t know how you got back here before I did and without me seeing you. Frankly, I don’t care.” She slammed the bedroom door behind her, blood pounding in her temples.
How had he circled around her so quickly?
She rinsed her feet off in the guest bath when it hit her. She stepped out of the tub and opened the bedroom door. “Get up. Come downstairs. Now.”
He did, recognizing conversation with her was pointless. He followed her downstairs to his study, where she sat in front of his computer and touched the power
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