Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
She frowned. “You mean the extra-tall guy who looks like a golden retriever and the Bee Gees had a love child? I had to kick his ass out yesterday. He was brushing his hair every five seconds, leaving hairballs everywhere. Why do you think I’m vacuuming?”
“Then you shall enjoy the scent of fresh urine on your doorstep for the next year. The hairy man is never to be crossed.”
“Um…okay. But that’s not why I called.”
He folded his arms across his chest. This’d better be good.
Damien waited, but MF only hemmed and hawed, spearing her fingers through her long auburn hair and whooshing out multiple breaths.
“Well, woman? Spit it out. I haven’t got all day,” he pushed.
“I, uh, well, I decided to come in early to organize your stockroom and—crap. You’re going to think I’m crazy, but your shop is haunted, dude.”
“Haunted?” He tried not to laugh.
“When I came in, all the merchandise was in piles on the floor. Nothing torn or ruined, just…tossed to the floor.”
Maybe Bonbon had thrown another of his little parties. “Where did my dog sleep last night?”
“My place. Why?”
“Never mind. So after you picked up the clothes, what happened?” he asked.
“That’s the thing. I didn’t pick up anything. I went to the back to call you and heard a noise out front. I looked through the doorway, and all your suits and shirts were floating in the air. They got back on the racks by themselves.”
Damien frowned. MF’s story wasn’t making much sense.
He nudged Bonbon with his foot. “Wake up.”
Bonbon opened one golden eye. “Hey, dick. Miss me?”
“Bonbon, what did you see this morning?”
“Are you talking to your dog?” MF asked.
“Yes. He is…special.” Damien didn’t know what else to say.
“He’s not the only one,” MF threw back, eyeing Damien judgmentally.
“Bonbon, I’ll ask again. What did you see this morning?” Damien asked.
Bonbon slowly rolled over, rubbing his inflated belly with two front paws. “Nothin’, man. Just some chick. She was crying and yelling, and then she was crying because she made a mess.”
“Some chick?” Damien asked.
“Yeah, she’s sitting right there.” Bonbon glanced toward the leather armchair next to the fitting room.
“I don’t see anything,” Damien said.
“Ohmygod. You’re really talking to your dog.” MF gasped her words and covered her mouth.
“Silence,” Damien barked at MF, who narrowed her eyes. “What is the woman’s name?” he asked Bonbon.
Bonbon barked at the corner and then looked at Damien. “Sky. She says her name is Sky.”
Damien’s knees weakened, and his travel bag slipped from his hand.
“She wants to know why you ran her over with your car.” Bonbon shrugged.
Suddenly, the zipper of his bag slid open, and out fluttered Pet.
“Phew! It was getting hot in there.” She dusted a piece of lint from her shoulder and patted her golden braids.
MF stared at the fairy with a gaping mouth.
Pet looked at their bewildered faces and then at Damien. “Hey, what’d I miss?” Pet’s head whipped in the direction of the corner. “Oh look! It’s Sky! Howdy!” Pet’s gaze then zeroed in on MF. “Oh look! A vampire!”
Damien walked over to the front door, drew the blinds, and made sure it was locked. He set the sign to closed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“MF, why didn’t you tell me you were a vampire affected by the blast?” He shook a finger at her, pacing the workshop.
“Dude, you want to lecture me about secrets after killing a woman, who’s sitting in the corner, bawling her eyes out?”
Yes, because I desperately do not want to accept she is here. He was experiencing feelings he did not know what to do with. Why was Sky’s ghost in his shop? Was this an angry poltergeist situation or a spirit trapped in limbo looking for answers about her untimely death? If so, what was he going to say?
Well, the truth is completely out of the question: In a moment of pre-masturbatory weakness, I imagined smelling your hair. So now you’re dead. You’re welcome.
Damien ran his hand over the top of his head. He had not meant for her to die. But in all fairness, there had been a fairy lodged in his nose. On the other hand, that wasn’t the real reason, now was it?
“Can you see her, too?” he asked MF. Evidently, Pet and Bonbon could.
“No, but why did you kill her?” MF looked horrified.
A gust of wind blew through the middle of the shop, sending some of the suits to the floor.
“It is a long story, one I should explain to her first.” Just as soon as I come up with an appropriate lie. “Where is she now?” he asked Bonbon, who was now getting a back scratch from Pet, who was riding him like a little horse.
“Yeah, right there, sweetheart.” Bonbon thumped his furry foot on the floor. “You know what daddy likes.”
“Bonbon, I asked you a question,” Damien snarled.