“Since I can’t exactly charge my clients my normal fee, I probably will need the money.” She took a sip of her latte, a new thought occurring to her. “Oh, hell. I think Ted was the one who got into my underwear drawer.”
Jase raised a brow.
“The ghosts were at a telekinesis seminar,” she explained, getting another grin out of him, “and Malachi was at the vet’s. Ted must’ve gotten into the house and rifled through my clothing. I found it all rearranged, and Hattie swore they hadn’t done it.” She shuddered as she pictured Ted pawing through her lingerie. Major ick. “I think I need to buy all new underwear.”
“Hmm. The purchase of lingerie is a symbolic act and not to be taken lightly.” Jordan narrowed her gaze. Jase’s expression was solemn, but his eyes held a twinkle. “There’s this great shop downtown,” he added. “Talk to Mary Ann—tell her I sent you.”
“Right.” Amused, Jordan leaned back, closing her eyes.
They sat together, not speaking, listening to the neighborhood wake up. And for the first time in a very long time, she felt at peace.
Haunting Jordan is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2009 by P. J. Alderman
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