Free Seeing Is Believing by Kimber Davis Page A

you." She jumped down,
shutting the door quietly behind her, almost laughing out loud when she
realized Reed had done the same thing.
    The met at the front of the truck and he
grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. They moved as one, their feet in perfect
step as they walked toward the newest building in town, were the light still
shone, it's stillness almost creepy.
    "Reed."
    "Shush." He flicked the flashlight at
the light, which disappeared quickly between the buildings. Reed dropped her
hand and took off at a run.
    Stay here!"
    "No!" She took off after him, praying
neither of them would trip. When he got to the corner of the building he
disappeared, and when she got to the spot he'd been, he was gone. She could see
the distant glow of his flashlight from behind the building, and she hurried to
him, clasping his arm.
    "Look." His voice was soft, and full of
disbelief. She looked to where he pointed, where the light was now bouncing
around in a copse of trees.
    "Kids?"
    "Too fast," he replied. "Whatever it was darted across that field like it was on fire. It bounded into the trees, and now it's darting back and forth, as if it's
running from one thing to another."
    "You don't think...?"
    "No, I told you, I don't believe in
ghosts," he said. "But that was weird, I'll give you that much."
    *****
    "I'm telling you, it was a ghost."
Leslie set the picnic basket on her table. Tomorrow she would clean it up, wash
out the containers and return everything to Nancy, thank her for the wonderful
food. She turned to look at Reed, who now sat at the kitchen table, his legs
stretched out before him.
    "It was kids. They saw us coming, and
they took off for the trees."
    "You're the one who said it was too fast
to be kids. Now you're changing your mind? Remember we didn't hear any car
engines, any motorcycles, anything else they could have made a getaway on. Just
admit that it was something you can't explain."
    "I don't believe in things that can't be
explained." He was fiddling with a napkin holder that was on the table, turning
it round and round in his fingers, his eyes trained on it. Leslie could tell
the dancing light bothered him, and that despite his words, he knew it was
something supernatural, something that couldn't be explained away so easily.
    She crossed the room and sat down on his
lap, wrapping one arm around his neck. "Admit it, there's a chance it could be
something you can't explain, something that not a lot of people see in their
lifetime."
    "Sorry, but I find that hard to
believe." He gently worked his hand inside her sweater, stroking his fingers
across the small of her back. Leslie shivered in delight, her nipples peaking
under his touch. "Maybe it was something scientific."
    "Like what?" She moaned softly as a finger
snaked up her spine.
    "I don't know , I'm not a scientist."
    "Really?" She looked down
at him. "What are you?"
    "A man who likes
concrete proof of things."
    Leslie sucked in a huge breath of air as
his free hand moved under the front of her blouse, his deft fingers clicking
the back hook of her bra as he gently pulled on the front, releasing her
breasts into his hands.
    "Don't worry, I remember the rules. But
I still want to make you come, watch your face, hold you close as you wiggle in
pleasure." He'd captured a hard nipple as he spoke, rolling it around in his
fingers, teasing it until, much to Leslie's amazement it grew harder, tingling
with need.
    "You're just trying to change the
conversation because you know I'm right."
    For an answer he stood quickly, then
turned and laid her across the table. Her feet were still on the floor. When he
lifted her shirt to reveal her breasts, then lowered his lips to capture a
nipple she sighed, wrapping her fingers into his hair and pulling him close.
    One of his hands worked the fastenings
of her jeans as he suckled her, nibbling on her nipple as she wiggled under
him.
    When his hand dropped inside her
waistband, dipping under her panties and cupping her mons she