Free ColonialGhost by Mlyn Hurn Page B

she
decided to head for the bathroom. She lifted her hands in front of her again
and took a few more steps. If she remembered correctly, she was now at the end
of the bench. About four feet to the left was the bathroom and to the right was
a small sitting area.
    Before she could turn to the left, a rush of cold air seemed
to surround her. Suddenly Kerry felt as if a shroud covered her, except it was
cold. And it was definitely coming from the right side. Her curiosity got the
better of her, despite her state of undress. Slowly she inched forward in
between the chairs until she reached the wall the head of the bed rested
against.
    Pressing her hands flat upon the wall, Kerry slid her left
hand away from her body. She wasn’t at all sure what she was doing, but it
seemed like the right thing to do. Her fingers felt a tiny depression in the
wallpaper. Quickly she traced the line down and then back up as high as she
could reach. Meanwhile, her right hand was searching for a matching depression.
    “Ahh,” she sighed as her right index finger located it.
Sliding her finger downward, she became aware that the cold seemed to be moving
forward. Kerry decided that it was moving through the wall and she was feeling
warm once again. Quickly, Kerry leaned forward and pressed her left cheek
against the wall, listening carefully. Her whole body and face felt warm,
except her hands and her left cheek, which were pressed tightly to the wall.
    * * * * *
    Broderick pushed the door open and was scanning the room for
Kerry as he moved his fingers across the wallpaper, feeling for the overhead light
switch. For a moment he thought he saw a white mist, or fog, surrounding Kerry.
As he strained his eyes, squinting to see, his finger finally found the switch
and the light came on. Instantaneously, the mist disappeared. The sight of
Kerry half-leaning forward against the wall, with her nicely rounded ass
sticking out the other direction, reminded him of some rather lustful ideas
he’d had involving Kerry in just that position—
    Kerry jumped back from the wall, startled by the light
flooding the room. Blinking her eyes quickly, she tried to focus on Broderick.
He smiled and held her pajama bottoms out to her on the end of his finger. As
she walked back around to the bottom of the bed, he grinned.
    “I thought you might be missing these.”
    Kerry yanked the cotton shorts from his finger and quickly
pulled them on. Broderick watched as she turned back toward the bed. Deciding
that his bed would be much more comfortable, he reached out and grabbed her
hand.
    “Let’s go to my room, okay?”
    Without waiting for her to agree, he turned and started for
his room at the far end of the hall. Kerry followed closely, since he still
held her hand. Inside the room, dim light came from the bathroom and it was
easy to avoid any hazards. Pulling the covers back, he gestured for Kerry to
climb in first. Stripping his remaining clothes off, Broderick eased under the
covers next to her. He looked over at her where she was lying with the
comforter pulled up to her chin.
    “Shared warmth is a good idea,” Broderick murmured softly.
When her lips curved upward, he grinned in response. Gently, he tugged his
pillow over to hers and plopped onto his back. A few moments later, he heard
her ask him softly, “Would you hold me, please?”
    Without pause, Broderick lifted his arm and pulled Kerry
closer until her head rested on his chest. Stroking her soft hair with his
hand, he fell asleep a few minutes after he heard her snore just once, quietly.

Chapter Eight
     
    Broderick awoke to an empty bed and sunlight was streaming
through the arched windows of his room. Groaning loudly, he sat up and swung
his legs around to the side of the bed. So much for the pleasant ending to the
dream he’d been having moments earlier. Cursing his luck for oversleeping,
Broderick made his way into the bathroom. He sped through a shower and left the
day’s growth of whiskers on his