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weak. It didn’t matter, for Jack held her securely, as though he never meant
to let her go.
    She ended up
lying sideways across his lap, nestled against his body, with her legs curled
up beneath her. Jack stroked her hair, kissed her face and caressed her
breasts, each touch like a promise.
    “Did you live
here, Jack?”   If she didn’t talk to him,
she’d fall asleep and lose this wonderful dream.
    “Here?” He gave
a little huff of laughter. “I still live in the ranch, Shu-gah. This is just
where I come when I want to look at the stars and think.”
    He didn’t
realise he was dead. It felt like a knife twisting in her side. She swallowed
and tried to speak calmly. “What did you want to think about tonight?”
    He guided her
head to the crook of his neck and tugged playfully at the end of her braid. “I
wanted to think some more about the pretty little lady that’s been disrupting
my dreams.”
    “That would be me?”
    “Damn right,
Sum-mah. I don’t know where you came from, but I can’t wait to see you every
night.”

 
Chapter 11 – Manchester-Texas
     
    Summer didn’t
remember falling asleep in Jack’s arms, but she woke up alone and back in her
own bed. The morning sun slanted weak rays across the floor, and she lay there
for a minute, slightly disoriented. It must have been a dream, but the
most vivid she’d ever had. She’d felt the cool grass beneath her feet, smelled
the campfire, tasted coffee in his kiss. She stretched, trying to avoid
disturbing the sleeping dog beside her, and realised her muscles all ached.
They ached as though she’d spent the night shagging.
    Lisa frowned
when Summer walked in to the shop. “You don’t look so good this morning, hon.
Has Naps been keeping you awake all night?”
    “No, he was
quiet.” Summer was at a loss. How could she even say what she was thinking,
without sounding like a lunatic? “I was dreaming about that cowboy and I guess
I didn’t sleep too well.” She put away her coat and bag, and then started to
flick through her sampling notes. “I was thinking” —she made her voice ultra
casual— “I might go to that Chocolate Conference next week, after all. You’d
look after Naps for me, wouldn’t you?”
    Silencing her
friend was rare. She looked up to meet Lisa’s gaze. “What? What’s the matter?”
    “You said it was
too expensive to justify going. Too far away. You didn’t want to leave Naps on
his own.” She counted on her fingers. “That’s three reasons. Oh, and the big
one. You couldn’t see the point of travelling all the way to Dallas, when we’re
trying to sell chocolates in Manchester. If you remember, we thought they’d
messed up the invitation. Manchester-Texas, not Manchester-England.”
    ***
    Summer was glad for
the séance booking that evening. Three sessions in one week was rare, but the
money was more than useful, especially if she was considering a trip to Dallas.
Jack had claimed his ranch was west of San Antonio, and she calculated that to
be around three hundred miles from Dallas – just a few hours drive.
    She settled down
at the table and gave encouraging smiles to the elderly couple holding her
hands. They wanted to contact the gentleman’s sister, but with luck, Summer
would get to speak to Jack again first.
    Before she’d
even had time to open her mind, a middle-aged woman stood before them.
    “For God’s
sake.” The woman crossed her arms and scowled at them. “What do you want now? I
can’t give you the lottery numbers and, even if I could, I wouldn’t. Okay?”
    Summer held back
her disappointment. Maybe Jack would appear later? Fixing her smile firmly in
place, she conducted an unsatisfying interview with a distinctly pissed off
spirit and breathed an inward sigh of relief when it was over. The couple
prepared to move, but she clung to their hands. “One moment please. It’s normal
to get more than one spirit, and I’d like to wait and see if anyone else comes
through.”
    The