She coughed and sputtered. Heat infused her cheeks.
Unfortunately, she reflected glumly, bright pink was not her best color,
especially on her face. She glanced wildly around to make sure no one else
had overheard Adeline's outrageous question. The offices of Gage & Burch
were crowded with friends and colleagues, some of whom she could not
recognize because, even though they were here to celebrate her engagement,
most wore masks and costumes. It was Halloween week, after all; otherwise
known here in Cadence as party-till-you-drop week. She wondered if the fact
that her friends had cho- Charmed
sen to throw a surprise engagement party with a Halloween theme was a bad
omen. Not that she needed any more to warn her that her forthcoming marriage
was probably a huge mistake. Luckily someone had cranked up the volume of
the music. The throbbing beat of a rez-rock song created a blanket of white
noise that effectively shrouded conversations. As far as she could tell, no
one had overheard Adeline's question about the sexual habits of
ghost-hunters.
"Uh," Virginia said. To buy herself some time, she groped for a napkin
decorated with a cartoon picture of a woman in a pointy black hat and a
cape, riding a broomstick. "Uh, well--"
"I've heard the stories," Adeline continued, eyes gleaming. "And if you'll
recall, I dated that good-looking hunter for a while. The one with the blue
eyes and the curly black hair. I can't remember his name."
"Brett." It was hard to keep up with Adeline's ever-changing list of
boyfriends, Virginia thought. But Brett had been memorable mostly because he
had been a swaggering braggart. Of course, a lot of ghost-hunters were
swaggering braggarts. But not Sam. Whatever else he was, he was not a
typical hunter. She glanced across the room to where her new combination
fiance/business partner stood talking with one of the guests. Sam Gage
didn't have to do any bragging, she thought wistfully. You knew just by
looking at him that he could take care of himself and any ghost that
happened along. She was pretty sure he'd be terrific in bed, too, but she
was beginning to think she might never find out the truth of that for
herself.
"Oh, yeah, right," Adeline said. "Brett. That was his name. At any rate, he
made some very interesting claims and promises. Ghost-hunters are not
exactly shy when it comes to B R ID A L J I T T E R S 5
telling you about their sexual prowess. But our relationship didn't last
long enough for me to run an experiment. Anyhow, I'm curious. I realize it's
none of my business--"
"No, it's not."
"But I am your very best friend in the entire world," Adeline reminded her.
"If you can't tell me, who can you tell?"
Virginia cleared her throat and decided to be honest. "Sorry, I'm not in a
position to answer your question."
Adeline looked dumbfounded. "You're not? But you're going to marry Sam Gage.
He's a hunter. This is your engagement party."
"Oddly enough, it looks more like a Halloween party to me."
"Okay, okay, so we decided to give it a theme. All the best parties have
themes. I read it in last month's issue of Harmonic Home & Garden."
"I can't believe Harmonic Home & Garden told you that Halloween is
considered an appropriate theme for an engagement party."
"Personally, I thought it was kind of original." Adeline looked across the
crowded room to where Sam stood. A speculative light glittered in her
deceptively innocent eyes. "Are you telling me that you two haven't done
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