Free Dream Nights With the CEO by Kathy Lyons Page B

frankly, this building has been a host to a dozen different scary or weird things over the years. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”
    Wyatt sighed, uninterested in dramatics. “What are you talking about?”
    “The upper floor is haunted. I suggest you renovate it, make it over into a Halloween parlor, allow ghost tours or something. Whatever works. But I refuse to be here at night. Look, I’ll take this deal.” She shoved the Bottom Line page at him. “But I’ll only be here during the day.”
    Wyatt shook his head slowly. He didn’t know what to think. Part of him was tallying up exactly how much money could be made on a ghost tour or a Halloween Fright Night. Part of him just wanted to give poor Bethany what she asked for because she looked so incredibly unraveled at the moment. The contrast to who she’d been three days ago was shocking. But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not without knowing more. It was too big a risk to everything he’d spent the last decade building.
    “What happened?” he asked.
    Bethany coiled in on herself. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
    “We’re not here to judge you.” Megan spoke up once again, her voice gentle. “We just want to understand. You can tell us.”
    “Look,” she rasped. “I don’t believe in ghosts. Never have. I leave all that weird stuff to the tourists.”
    Wyatt nodded. That was exactly how he felt.
    “But it’s been getting worse,” Bethany continued. “Noises, cold spots, my things moved around—”
    “Weird dreams?” Megan inserted, a note of hope in her voice.
    Wyatt jolted, as he turned to Megan. Why would she ask about dreams? Had she been having strange ones, too? His had been off the charts bizarre. But there was no time to ask as Bethany shook her head.
    “Nothing like that. But I haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep in months, and I’m exhausted.” Her shoulders slumped. “Just spend the night up there. Tonight. Then we can talk about it tomorrow.”
    Wyatt stared at the woman, then his eyes hopped to Megan’s. He really didn’t know what to think. He mostly dealt in numbers. All this woo woo weirdness was as far outside of his frame of reference as to be on Mars. But if anyone could have a handle on it, it would be Megan. And so he looked to her. And she looked back at him.
    “One night?” Megan asked. “In a haunted B&B? Some people would pay a lot of money for that.”
    Bethany cut in, her voice growing stronger as she spoke. “Not me. Look, the haunting seems to be centered up there. In my bedroom. And I’m just not doing it anymore.”
    Megan leaned forward, and he could sense her excitement even though she kept her tone very neutral. “I wouldn’t mind giving it a shot.”
    Wyatt bit back a curse. She was disguising her interest, but he knew that deep down she was beyond thrilled by the idea of her own otherworldly encounter. As for him, he couldn’t imagine anything more unsettling than waking to a bloody spirit hovering over his bed. Or more ridiculous. It was all crap, but that wouldn’t stop Megan from rushing to the experience. And since they did have to check it out, he gave a slow nod. “We’ll spend the night on the third floor and reconvene in the morning.”
    Bethany looked both relieved and anxious. “But…you have to know that there’s only one bed up there. You will have to…um…share.”
    Oh. Hell.
    Meanwhile, beside him Megan trilled a too-high laugh. “That’s not a problem. I assure you, Mr. Monroe and I are complete professionals. We can share a bed and not have any problem at all.”
    Wyatt turned to look at her, feeling a little insulted. No problem at all? Complete professionals? What was he, a dead fish? “Right,” he heard himself agree. “No problem at all.”
    …
    Megan climbed the steps to the top floor, her thoughts churning. Bethany led the way, her every movement steeped in exhaustion. Behind them was Wyatt’s steady tread.
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