before. The closer she inched toward the street, the more her chest tightened and her breathing had become labored. An invisible force squeezed her body, trying to stop her from moving any farther.
Forcing herself to ignore the pressure, Abigail forged on, but soon the force pulled her back. How she hated this—hated being controlled and kept chained to this prison.
She ran back to the building and to the attic, then fell to the floor and sobbed. What had she done in her life to end up like this?
When her crying subsided, she relaxed and closed her eyes. Within minutes, warmth spread through her and it was as if comforting arms wrapped around her body. Nick was somewhere in the building. She could actually feel him. And she could feel that he was looking for her…that he wanted to see her as much as she wanted to see him—almost like she could read his mind.
Excited, she sat up, accidentally knocking her head on a nearby shelf. Pain rushed through her skull and she scowled as she rubbed the sore spot. Once the pain lessened, she was able to think clearly. Could it really be? She had indeed touched a hard object—and felt it!
She rushed to Nick’s office to tell him the good news. The closer she got to his office, the warmer the sensations in her body expanded. Strange to think how they were connected in such a way.
When she reached his office, the door was open and the light was on. She walked in, and he looked her way. His smile widened, and she felt like rushing into his arms and kissing him.
“I’m so happy to see you,” she said breathlessly.
“Yes, I can see that.” He cocked his head to the side. “Did you miss me?”
“Just a little.” She grinned, casually strolling to his desk. “I’ve learned a few things in your absence, and I couldn’t wait to tell you.”
He straightened and folded his arms over his muscular chest. “Don’t keep me in suspense. What have you learned?”
Ignoring the proper manners she’d been taught as a young lady, she sat on the corner of his desk and swung her leg, something she’d seen him do many times. “The first thing I realized was that I can venture outside only when you are near.” He lifted his eyebrow, so she continued, “I tried to walk around the building earlier and I couldn’t. I wasn’t able to get as far from the building as I went last night while with you.”
“Interesting.” Nick scratched the evening stubble on his chin.
“The next thing I noticed was that if I concentrated hard, I could feel the wind blowing through my hair and against my face.”
“Probably because you’ve had your hat on all these years and haven’t noticed.”
“Possibly,” Abigail replied with a giggle.
He sat on his desk next to her and leaned in. “What else did you learn?”
She took a deep breath. “I can feel pain.”
“You can?”
“Don’t ask me how, but just before you came to your office, I was in the attic. I stood quickly, and my head connected with the corner of a shelf.” She rubbed the small lump. “It still stings.”
His eyes widened. “Are you kidding me?”
“No.”
“I didn’t know ghosts could feel things like that.”
“I cannot understand why I’m experiencing these things when I haven’t until now.”
“Since I’ve never dealt with a ghost before, I don’t know either.” Nick stood and walked around to type something in his computer. “But wouldn’t it be funny if you were slowly becoming…real?”
Abigail held her breath, afraid to even hope that it was true. Oh, how she dreamed of having a relationship with a man, and as of late, Nick had been the one in her dreams. She longed to be held in his strong arms, but how could that ever happen? She shook her head. “It is rather far-fetched, don’t you agree?”
“Extremely.” He sat in his swivel chair and linked his fingers over his stomach. “I got a call from Vanessa today. She arranged a time for me to meet Cassandra Brown on
Forcing herself to ignore the pressure, Abigail forged on, but soon the force pulled her back. How she hated this—hated being controlled and kept chained to this prison.
She ran back to the building and to the attic, then fell to the floor and sobbed. What had she done in her life to end up like this?
When her crying subsided, she relaxed and closed her eyes. Within minutes, warmth spread through her and it was as if comforting arms wrapped around her body. Nick was somewhere in the building. She could actually feel him. And she could feel that he was looking for her…that he wanted to see her as much as she wanted to see him—almost like she could read his mind.
Excited, she sat up, accidentally knocking her head on a nearby shelf. Pain rushed through her skull and she scowled as she rubbed the sore spot. Once the pain lessened, she was able to think clearly. Could it really be? She had indeed touched a hard object—and felt it!
She rushed to Nick’s office to tell him the good news. The closer she got to his office, the warmer the sensations in her body expanded. Strange to think how they were connected in such a way.
When she reached his office, the door was open and the light was on. She walked in, and he looked her way. His smile widened, and she felt like rushing into his arms and kissing him.
“I’m so happy to see you,” she said breathlessly.
“Yes, I can see that.” He cocked his head to the side. “Did you miss me?”
“Just a little.” She grinned, casually strolling to his desk. “I’ve learned a few things in your absence, and I couldn’t wait to tell you.”
He straightened and folded his arms over his muscular chest. “Don’t keep me in suspense. What have you learned?”
Ignoring the proper manners she’d been taught as a young lady, she sat on the corner of his desk and swung her leg, something she’d seen him do many times. “The first thing I realized was that I can venture outside only when you are near.” He lifted his eyebrow, so she continued, “I tried to walk around the building earlier and I couldn’t. I wasn’t able to get as far from the building as I went last night while with you.”
“Interesting.” Nick scratched the evening stubble on his chin.
“The next thing I noticed was that if I concentrated hard, I could feel the wind blowing through my hair and against my face.”
“Probably because you’ve had your hat on all these years and haven’t noticed.”
“Possibly,” Abigail replied with a giggle.
He sat on his desk next to her and leaned in. “What else did you learn?”
She took a deep breath. “I can feel pain.”
“You can?”
“Don’t ask me how, but just before you came to your office, I was in the attic. I stood quickly, and my head connected with the corner of a shelf.” She rubbed the small lump. “It still stings.”
His eyes widened. “Are you kidding me?”
“No.”
“I didn’t know ghosts could feel things like that.”
“I cannot understand why I’m experiencing these things when I haven’t until now.”
“Since I’ve never dealt with a ghost before, I don’t know either.” Nick stood and walked around to type something in his computer. “But wouldn’t it be funny if you were slowly becoming…real?”
Abigail held her breath, afraid to even hope that it was true. Oh, how she dreamed of having a relationship with a man, and as of late, Nick had been the one in her dreams. She longed to be held in his strong arms, but how could that ever happen? She shook her head. “It is rather far-fetched, don’t you agree?”
“Extremely.” He sat in his swivel chair and linked his fingers over his stomach. “I got a call from Vanessa today. She arranged a time for me to meet Cassandra Brown on
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