Ghostly Deceits Part 11

TWELVE.

"I 'm glad to see you missed me," Jared said, chuckling as he wrapped his arms around Harper. "I missed you, too."

"I was so worried," Harper said, her voice shaking. "I honestly didn't think you were going to make it back and I didn't want to stay here alone."

Jared rubbed Harper's back, keeping her close as he shut the door. When the lights flashed back on, he pulled back far enough that he could search her face for clues as to what was bothering her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Harper replied hurriedly. "I'm fine. I was just worried about you."

"I don't think that's all that's wrong," Jared prodded. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

Harper furtively glanced around. "Not here."

"Okay," Jared said, taking her answer in stride. "We can talk upstairs. I have to change. I'm soaking wet ... and now you are, too."

"I'm so glad you made it," Harper said, throwing her arms around his neck again, paying no heed to the fact that she was drenching her own outfit.

"I would've found a way to get to you no matter what," Jared said, kissing her cheek. He was worried. Something had clearly happened during his absence. "Let's go upstairs."

Harper wordlessly nodded and cringed when she turned to find Josh approaching. "Great."

Jared knit his eyebrows together but otherwise remained expressionless. "Your wine is on the front seat of my truck. You're going to have to send someone else out to get it because I'm not going back out in that."

"That's fine," Josh said, smiling. "I'm glad you made it. I think Harper was starting to get worried."

"I noticed that," Jared said, rubbing his thumb across the back of Harper's neck. "This is what happens when you're manly and save the night's wine supply."

"I guess so," Josh said. "I was starting to get worried about her. Then I found her talking to herself by the road right before the storm hit. I was definitely worried then."

"Talking to herself?" Jared glanced at Harper.

"She said she does it all the time and that you knew about it and nothing was going on," Josh said.

Harper's warm feelings regarding the man were fading fast in light of his tattletale nature. "We should get you out of those clothes, Jared."

Jared ignored the suggestion. "I don't think there's anything wrong with talking to yourself," he said. "I do it all the time."

"Yes, but she was talking about having to leave because of the storm but helping someone once the weather got better," Josh said. "It didn't sound like she was talking to herself."

"I don't think it matters," Jared replied, unruffled. "Was she hurting anyone?"

"No," Josh said, s.h.i.+fting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "It was just ... odd."

"I don't see what's odd about it, but if you're upset I guess she can keep her conversations with herself to ... well ... herself, if that makes you feel better."

"I didn't mean to upset anyone, least of all Harper," Josh said. "I just ... was worried about her."

"You don't need to worry about her," Jared said, squeezing Harper's hand. "She can take care of herself. I'm here to take care of her now, though. Don't worry about a thing. Everything is under control."

"I ... ." Josh closed his mouth and nodded. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Jared said. "Everything is fine."

"EVERYTHING IS NOT FINE," Harper practically exploded the second Jared closed their suite door five minutes later. "He thinks I'm crazy."

"You are crazy," Jared said. "What were you doing talking to a ghost in the middle of a dangerous storm?"

"How do you know what I was doing?" Harper asked.

"Because I'm not an idiot," Jared replied, tugging his s.h.i.+rt off and dropping it on the floor. "You don't generally walk around talking to yourself unless Zander has caused you to flip your lid."

"Oh."

"Oh," Jared said, nodding knowingly. "Come here."

"What? Why?"

"Come here," Jared repeated, his temper wearing thin.

Harper took an uncertain step toward him and then willingly stepped into his embrace when he opened his arms. "I'm sorry I ruined this trip," she murmured into his shoulder. "Your friend thinks I'm crazy and I ruined everything."

"You haven't ruined anything," Jared countered. "This is why I didn't want to hide your abilities. You shouldn't be ashamed of them. You're amazing."

"I didn't know he was behind me," Harper said. "I didn't realize I was walking toward a ghost until I was almost on top of her. I thought she was a regular woman and she might need help. The storm was almost on us and ... I'm so sorry."

"Knock it off, Heart," Jared said, swaying as he rubbed her back. "You have nothing to apologize for. Josh is the one who should feel like an a.s.s. You weren't doing anything wrong."

"It didn't help that I was convinced you were going to be stranded on the other side of the lake," Harper said. "I was on the phone with Zander and he said he was going to make you spend the night with him so you could compare nipples."

"If Zander doesn't stop talking about nipples I'm going to cut his off," Jared groused. "Everything is okay. I'm here. You're here. We're together. This place has a generator so we're not going to lose power."

Harper let him soothe her for a few minutes and then finally felt calm enough to step away. "I really was worried."

"I was worried, too," Jared conceded. "That ferry ride back over here was choppy and uncomfortable. I made it, though. We're stuck here for the next two days. I heard the ferry operators talking and they were shutting it down after the last ride. We're together, though.

"We've got a bathtub, shower, wine, and food," he continued. "What more do you want?"

"We have a ghost, too," Harper reminded him.

"Do you know anything about her?"

Harper bit her lip and shook her head. "She didn't speak."

"Well, until you know something about her, we can't do anything," Jared said. "Now that she knows you can see her, she might show up. I'll protect you if that happens and you'll be able to talk to her without fear of discovery."

"You really are wonderful."

"I know," Jared said, grinning. "That's why you're going to reward me with a shower. You're already wet so you need to get cleaned up and I need some comfort after my ordeal."

Harper snorted. "You're incorrigible."

"Come on," Jared prodded. "I'm a hero for retrieving the wine. I deserve a hero's welcome."

"Well, who am I to argue with a hero?"

"THIS SMELLS AMAZING," Jared said an hour later, leaning closer to his plate and inhaling the pasta dish. "This is exactly what I need after my death-defying trip."

Harper arched a dubious eyebrow. "Seriously? Now you almost died?"

"Yes, and you're going to have to reward me for that when we get back to our room tonight," Jared said.

"You're lucky I was really worried about you because otherwise this would not fly," Harper said, although she wasn't particularly irked. She found Jared's whims adorable. "I forgot they had another fake body discovery this afternoon. Do we know if it went well?"

"It went fine," Josh answered, taking the spot next to Harper at their table and offering her a rueful smile. "I'm sorry you guys missed it. It was my fault and I feel terrible."

"Don't worry about it," Jared said. "The drive wasn't bad and the only harrowing part was the ferry ride back. I wouldn't want to do it again, but everything turned out fine. Did you get the wine out of my truck?"

"We did and thank you."

"No problem," Jared said. "This food looks amazing, by the way."

"We're having surf and turf tomorrow, and that's really going to be amazing," Josh said. "I hope you like lobster tails because we have a lot of them and you can have as many as you want."

"Sold," Jared said, grinning at Harper. "I absolutely love seafood."

"You like all food," Harper said, although she returned his smile. "That does sound good. This looks amazing, too, though." She averted her eyes so she couldn't meet Josh's earnest stare.

"Harper, I want to apologize for earlier," Josh said. "I was out of line and I didn't mean to embarra.s.s you."

"It's fine," Harper said, waving him off and remaining fixated on her plate. "It's honestly not a big deal."

"I don't think that's true," Josh said. "You're upset. I can see it on your face ... even though you won't look me in the eye. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable."

Harper pointedly locked gazes with Josh. "It's fine."

"Let it go, Josh," Jared prodded. "She's embarra.s.sed and you're getting pathetic about making amends. Let's call a truce and move on. It's over and done with."

"Okay," Josh said.

Harper sent Josh a legitimate smile. "It really is okay," she said. "I was fl.u.s.tered because I lost Zander when we were talking on the phone and you scared me because I didn't hear you coming up behind me. It's not a big deal."

"As long as you're okay, I'm happy," Josh said. "I'm never going to be able to steal you away from Jared if you hate me."

"I don't hate you," Harper said, allowing herself to marginally relax.

"And he can't steal you away from me because I am the ultimate man," Jared added.

"And that, too," Harper said, giggling at Jared's mock outrage.

"Speaking of the storm, it's bound to get loud tonight," Josh said, changing the conversational topic to something less risky. "The guests are still buzzing about the death this afternoon. It was a maid, if you're interested. They'll be searching for clues all night and there might be another surprise, although I'm not allowed to broadcast the specifics. I'm actually glad about everything ramping up in the game because that will keep everyone distracted and busy."

"What do you want us to do?" Jared asked. "And when you answer, make sure you realize we're going to bed early because I need to be treated like a hero after my epic trip this afternoon."

"You're a freaking drama queen, man," Josh said, rolling his eyes. "Just watch everyone and see if they're having a good time. Tell me if any of the staff isn't playing the game correctly."

"I can guarantee your butler Trask isn't going to play," Jared said. "He gave us an earful this afternoon about how turning the house into a hotel was undignified."

"He's ... set in his ways," Josh said. "I like Trask. He's been around since I was a kid. He's never been particularly nice to me, but it's not like he was mean to me either. If I had my druthers my father would force him to toe the line.

"They've got a unique relations.h.i.+p, though, and my dad doesn't like bossing Trask around for some reason," he continued. "Trask basically gets to do whatever he feels like doing. If you see him being obnoxious, tell me. Otherwise just ignore him. That's what I do."

"What is his deal?" Harper asked. "Is he upset because the house isn't Downton Abbey any longer?"

Josh snickered. "Pretty much, and that's an absolutely apt way of putting it. He thinks the house is a status symbol. It's just a house, though, and if we want to keep it in the family we have to change with the times. He needs to understand it and accept it."

"Did you know your dad knows Harper's father?" Jared asked. "I guess they went to camp together as kids."

"I didn't know that," Josh said, shaking his head. "It's a small world. It's also another reason she should dump you and choose me. Our fathers already like each other."

"I'll have you know that her father adores me," Jared argued.

"Is that so?" Josh didn't look convinced.

"I believe his exact words upon meeting me were I guess you'll do.'"

"Well, if that's not a ringing endors.e.m.e.nt, I don't know what is," Josh said, laughing heartily. "Now I want to meet Harper's father and her best friend. Whisper Cove sounds like a happening place."

"You have no idea," Jared said.

THIRTEEN.

"I need to walk off this food, and we can't go outside to do it," Harper lamented after dinner, leaning back in her chair and patting her stomach. "I'm glad we didn't have to dress up tonight because there's no way I would've fit into a dress."

"You're beautiful and you know it," Jared said. "I'm stuffed, too. I know better than to eat that much and yet I can't seem to stop myself."

"You're a glutton."

"Pretty much," Jared agreed.