Free The Ghost and The Graveyard (The Monk's Hill Witch) by Genevieve Jack Page B

know?”
    “Totally. Totally get it. How about tomorrow night?”
    I adjusted a box of latex gloves on the counter, unable to look Michelle in the eye. “I have a date.”
    “Another date with your toes?”
    “No, a real date.”
    “With who?”
    “My new neighbor, Rick. I had a date with him yesterday. I think we hit it off.” Boy, was that the understatement of the year, but telling Michelle he’d gotten me off on the first date was an equally bad idea to telling her about Logan. I wasn’t proud to be hiding things from my best friend, but my life was a little weird right now. I’d be straight with her once I got a grip on things.
    “What’s wrong with him?”
    I gasped and gave her an appalled stare. “There’s nothing wrong with him.”
    “Are you forgetting the blonde paradox? Fast to come is fast to go.”
    “I’m not forgetting, but he’s perfectly normal. I have a good feeling about this relationship. We seem destined somehow.”
    “You’ve known him for like three days.”
    “I know. Well, four if you count today.”
    Michelle did not look impressed. She rolled her eyes and made a raspberry sound with her lips. “Call me when you need ice cream therapy,” she said.
    “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
    She gave me a firm hug. “I’m confident in you, but not so much in the opposite sex.”
    Judging by my disastrous relationship with Gary, I couldn’t say she was wrong.
    The intensive care unit was busy that day, and I found myself swept away in a routine of assessments and medication administration. Nursing is beautiful that way. It’s impossible to think about your own problems when you’re wrapped up in someone else’s. The day flew by. Before I knew it, I was relieved by the night nurse and passing through the fishbowl hallway to get to the elevator. I paused and looked over the parking lot, enjoying the colors of fall twilight painted across the sky. The scene was so beautiful, I stepped toward the glass, taking in the sunset and allowing myself to unwind. I scanned the rows of cars, reflexively trying to pick mine out of the pack.
    I found it—and something else I wasn’t expecting. There was a man standing next to my car; a man who looked a whole lot like Gary.
    I beat feet to the end of the hallway then down the stairwell because I didn’t want to wait for the elevator. Exploding out the side exit into the parking lot, I raced toward my Jeep, having no idea what I would do if it really was Gary. What would I say? I didn’t have a block of knives to back me up.
    My Jeep waited for me in the third row where I left it. No one was there. I even squatted to look underneath. Shaking my head, I pulled my keys out of my pocket and reached for the door. The stench of Gary’s cologne wafted over me and I whipped around. Nothing.
    I climbed behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition. The engine rumbled to life. Stupid Gary. Stealing my money wasn’t enough; now he wanted the car too? If it was him, he’d better hope I never caught him near my stuff again, or there was a very real possibility I’d make him disappear again, permanently.

Chapter 10
    Logan

    “D on’t you remember anything about your life at all?” I asked.
    Logan sat across from me at the dining room table, watching me eat a late dinner he’d prepared. It was some sort of chicken dish that melted in my mouth and tasted of butter and fresh herbs. He’d insisted, and I couldn’t refuse. But since I was chewing, I needed him to carry the conversation, a hard task for someone without a past.
    “I see bits and pieces sometimes. I know things about eating. Like how to cook and what wine goes with what dessert. I think I liked motorcycles. Everything…all my memories are loose inside my head. I can’t connect them logically.”
    Part of me could relate. Some days I didn’t know who I was either. The arc of my life just seemed to happen with no driving force behind it, as if I were going along with a