Ghost Seer Day 4
Zach stared at her. “You know a lot,” he muttered.
Her lips compressed into a thin line before she said, “I know the ghosts of Denver, Zach.” A heavy silence. “Since I believe in them.”
He raised his brows. “And you think I should.”
“I think you have a gift—”
She inclined her head.
“Are you going to throw me out?” he asked, a pang zipping to his gut. He liked this place. He liked her and Mrs. Magee. He loved the food.
Her head tilted and expression softened. “Not right now. Especially not if you help Clare.”
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