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jobs, money. But how many couples had to add on visions, trances and ghosts to their daily load? John might have known what she was when he’d married her, but sometimes she wondered if he’d have been better off with a normal woman.
    “I know,” she said. “But I also don’t want to expose Olivia to anything like this.”
    “One step at a time. Let’s go inside, get you showered and then call Barney.”
    Her heart quickened as memories of the curtains, and how they’d shaped into a human form, filled her head. “Don’t forget the glass of wine.”
    John glanced to the bottle on the ground. “Not that one,” he said with a grin. “Come on. We can do this.” He reached for the doorknob, drew in a deep breath, then opened the door.
    The room was just as quiet and inviting as it had been when she’d first walked inside the condo yesterday. She looked to her right. The curtains hung as they should. She glanced around the small, cozy space. Nothing was out of place. The air conditioning blasted cool air. The suffocating sensation she’d experienced before running from the condo was now a distant memory. Relaxed, she stepped further into the room.
    John took her hand, and stopped her. “Are we alone?”
    She shrugged. “I think so. I really don’t have any experience with ghosts.”
    “Even when I was a kid I didn’t believe in ghosts or monsters.”
    “And now?”
    When he looked at her, she caught a flash of anger in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. “I’ve known plenty of monsters. Fortunately they’re either dead or in jail.” His mouth slid into a half-grin. “I’ll be honest, when we walked inside here I was expecting to see objects floating through the air.”
    “Maybe the couch levitating?” she asked, and shut the door behind them.
    “That, I don’t need to see.” He let out a breath. “I don’t believe in ghosts, but I believe you saw and heard something.”
    “I don’t know,” she said, let go of his hand and walked toward the kitchen. “I have my doubts.”
    He followed behind. “About the ghost?”
    “About me.” She set an unopened bottle of wine on the counter. “This could be my imagination. Maybe my subconscious is screwing with me. Do you have any idea how guilty I feel about leaving Olivia with Ian and Cami?” She attacked the cork with a wine server. “Don’t even get me started on the Sugar Shack. Of all the weeks to leave… Did I tell you we have three weddings, two showers and four graduation parties?” When the cork broke, she let out a frustrated sigh. “That’s nine cakes, not to mention the cookies and cake balls that were also ordered.”
    John placed his hands over hers, then took the bottle of wine and opened it with ease. “You told me all of this yesterday. Twice.” He poured the wine into two glasses. “Olivia, guilt and work. Maybe they’re your ghost, and are haunting you while you’re on vacation because you can’t let go and have fun.”
    She straightened. “Olivia thinks I’m fun.”
    “She’s eighteen months old. She thinks worms are fun. And I didn’t say you weren’t fun to be with, I said you can’t let go of your responsibilities long enough to relax.” He handed her a glass. “Things have been great since you hired the extra managers, but I’ve noticed your stress level has been on the rise again since we started getting the condo ready to sell, and since we’d decided to try for another baby.”
    True, and true. She had baby fever, but worried what pregnancy would be like now that she had her psychic abilities back and a toddler running around. Could her worries and anxieties be her ghost?
    She picked up her glass. “I need to take a shower. When I’m finished, I’ll give Barney a call. Why don’t you figure out where we should go to dinner?”
    “Did I say something wrong?” he asked.
    She stopped at the entrance to the hallway. “No. You said everything right. I won’t be long.”
    Once she was in the