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that. Why is she
still weeping in my house?”
    Dubhghall shot a glance up at the lit
windows. Mundane world or no, he sensed a living being within the
walls. A moment’s homesickness sent a pang through his heart. He’d
been away from his family for a long time. When he returned his
attention to the ghost, the lines of its face had pulled down like
a Tragedy mask. Shades’ emotions tended to be simple.
    What wasn’t simple was the fae’s ability to
strike deals that benefitted them. Their kind had rules against
outright lying, the penalties for which were uncomfortable.
Trickery, on the other hand, was considered a high art.
    “Perhaps I could help Belle find happiness,”
Dubhghall suggested.
    “Oh could you?” the specter pleaded, its
hands wrung together before its breast.
    “Quite possibly,” Dubhghall confirmed.
“Assuming you tell me everything you know about your niece’s
situation. I’ll need information to accomplish what you wish.”
    The ghost pulled its shoulders straighter,
its pride apparent. “I’ve been listening,” it boasted. “Ever since
Belle came back.”
    “I bet you have,” Dubhghall said.
    ~
    Belle took twenty minutes to convince herself
she was overstressed and imagining things. The shed was in the Back
Yard, the same back yard where her little brother Danny had
disappeared. Maybe its roof was wet and the light from the house’s
windows created the impression that it was glowing.
    Avoiding looking at it again, she ate two
Oreos to calm her nerves, a practice she disapproved of but
indulged in occasionally anyway. Steadier but in need of diversion,
she returned to the upstairs bedroom she’d decided to sleep in.
Though Uncle Lucky’s room had been cleaned, staying there was out
of the question. In her chosen room for the night, she wriggled
into the vintage dress she’d rescued from the attic. It certainly
fit her different now. Belle didn’t think she’d ever looked so
sirenlike. She stood in front of the free-standing mirror,
adjusting the feathered straps, when the downstairs doorknocker
rapped out a sharp rhythm.
    The fact that she jumped a foot said she
wasn’t so calm really.
    Chances were, her visitor was Susi. When
they’d been kids, Belle’s best friend hadn’t been good at hearing no . Belle rolled her eyes at her reflection in the clingy
plunge-cut dress. If she’d had an inch more up top, her cleavage
would have been outrageous. Because she was relatively flat, she
only looked overdressed. She wondered if she could convince Susi
she always primped for pie eating.
    In case Susi wasn’t her caller, she grabbed
the Louisville Slugger her uncle kept in the hall closet.
Thankfully, Mr. Tickner’s staff hadn’t cleared out the bat.
    “Coming!” she said as the knocker dropped
again.
    Holding her weapon slightly behind her, Belle
opened the front door.
    Every thought she’d ever had flew out
of her head.
    The stranger who stood on her porch was well
over six feet tall. His hair and eyes were dark, his shoulders as
broad as a quarterback’s. He’d tucked the well washed cotton of a
plaid flannel shirt into loden green work pants. Though his
trousers weren’t snug, she could tell the legs that filled them
were fit. A battered leather tool belt hung low on narrow hips. His
large feet were clad in work boots with different colors of paint
on them. A sheer but noticeable stubble darkened his jaw.
    All these observations, though they sprang
from within Belle’s own head, might as well have been in Latin.
    Oh. My. God , said a deeper and less
rational part of her. This man was too delectable to be real. Her
mouth was literally watering at the sight of him. She wanted to
plant a kiss on his shapely lips - or maybe lick him all over. The
zipper that curved gently around his package seemed a good place to
start. Lower portions of her body grew wet at that idea. He was
perfect without being perfect at all. His nose was a little long,
and some might have objected to the