Haunted on Bourbon Street (14 page)

“Great.” He sounded relieved. “I just called to find out if seven is okay?”

“Sure, sounds good. See you then.”

Chapter 9

After a shower, reapplication of my makeup and a thorough blow dry, I smiled in satisfaction. My strawberry-blond hair had just the right amount of wave, making it appear sophisticated, instead of my usual messy-casual look. It had been a long time since I’d been out on an actual date.

I checked my watch. Still a half hour until Ian arrived. With time to kill, I settled in at my desk and went to work listing new beads in my Etsy store.

I’d gotten two new items uploaded when the knocking started. “Come in; it’s open.” The door creaked. “Is it seven already?”

“No. What happens at seven?”

Startled, I whipped around, knocking my elbow on the edge of my bead tray and sending all my glass creations scattering to the floor. “Damn it!” As they rolled across the hardwood I dropped to my knees, gathering as many as I could before they disappeared under the couch.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” Kane crouched, his face now eye level as he helped me. A faint trace of stubble shadowed his jaw.

I fisted one hand, resisting the sudden urge to caress the roughness. “What are you doing here?” I stood and dumped the beads back in the tray.

“What’s happening at seven?”

“Huh?” An image of our last encounter at The Grind made my brain short-circuit.

“You were expecting someone at seven?” He rose and handed me the last of the runaway beads.

Right. “Ian’s coming with results.” I walked to my fridge, searching for something to do. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Sure. Guinness?” He sat, making himself comfortable. “You weren’t going to call me?”

“Why?” I passed him the beer, grabbed one for myself and took the other end of the sofa.

He glanced at my high-heeled feet then looked at the ceiling. “To meet with Ian.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t realize you wanted in on the meeting.”

“It
is
my building.”

“Okay, okay. You’re here now. Stick around, and you can get the results. By the way, why are you here?”

“Just being neighborly,” he said with a wry smile.

“Oh?” I wiped my sweaty hand on the old fabric of the arm rest. “Are you my neighbor this evening?”

He nodded, his smile transforming into a grin. “Looks like it.”

My heart sped up as I imagined him shirtless in bed. Last night’s dream flashed in my mind. I swallowed and studied my beer.

“I stay over a few nights a week, when I work late.” His gaze dropped to my lips. Longing and anticipation swirled around me in a dense fog, pulling me toward him as if I’d been lassoed.

My throat went dry. “I know, you told me.”

A light film of sweat broke out on my neck as he licked his lips, leaned in and whispered, “Jade.”

A rapid knock on the door broke my gaze. Jumping up, I took four steps and opened the door. Ian stood leaning against the door jam, holding a pink, long-stemmed rose. He held it out. “Good evening.”

“Uh, hi, Ian. Thanks.” I took the rose and stepped back, revealing my house guest. Biting my lip, I waved him in. “You know Kane.”

Ian nodded. “Hello.”

Eyeing the rose, Kane raised one eyebrow and leaned back on the couch. “Someone let you in the building?”

A good question, since my buzzer didn’t go off.

“I ran into Pyper out front,” Ian said.

“Kane just stopped by,” I explained as I rooted around for a vase. Coming up empty, I poured out my beer and used the bottle instead. I set the rose next to my computer and buried my nose in the blossom, inhaling its sweet aroma. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

He smiled. “You’re welcome.”

Kane stood, staring at me for a long moment. Then he walked to the door. “Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude.” He was gone before I could reply.

“What was that about?” Ian asked.

I shrugged. “No idea.” Other than Kane realizing Ian and I had a date. I suppressed a sigh.

“So,” Ian paused. “Anything new to report about your ghost?”

“No.”

He studied me and raised his brow in question. “No new dreams?”

“More dreams—same content.” I’d already told him they were of the sexual nature. He didn’t need anything else. “The dreams are harmless anyway, so I guess it isn’t too important.” Except it was creepy to think of him invading my dreams, especially since while I was having them, I wasn’t creeped out at all. The whole thing was twisted.

“They might be an important clue as to why he’s here. Would it be too awkward to tell me about them?”

I frowned. How could sex dreams be interpreted in any other way than wanting sex? “Can we get to that later?” I stalled. “I’m dying to know the results you got.”

“Sure.” Ian’s face lit up as he sat down on the floor and spread files all around him.

I laughed. “Very professional.”

He grinned. “Take a look at this.” He handed me a photo of my apartment.

“What am I looking at?” I peered at it, seeing nothing unusual.

“Now look at this one.”

I gasped. “Oh, is that him?” The same scene reflected back at me, only this time I was in the photo with a silver outline of what looked like a person standing next to me.

“I’d say so. Here are the rest.” He handed me a small stack. “Remember I told you all we got were some EMF readings here in your apartment?”

I nodded.

“I’d sent this out to be developed and forgot to pick it up. The digital didn’t capture what the manual camera did, so we thought we didn’t have a shadow image. But now we have the proof. Isn’t that great?”

All of the photos without me in them were imageless, and all of the ones with me had a silvery outline image. “I guess.” I frowned. “Does this mean he follows me around?”

“Maybe.” Ian passed a chart of numbers to me. “From the photos it looks like he might, but we have no way to tell if he leaves the apartment or not. It’s possible he has more energy when you’re around, causing the outline.” That scenario didn’t make me feel any better.

He pulled out a chart. “See here?”

Two columns of numbers were lined up side by side. “Uh-huh.”

“Look at how the numbers don’t seem to change much.”

“Okay.” I had no idea where he was going with this.

“The numbers are a reading from an EMF detector. It reads the electromagnetic field. We use it to pick up paranormal activity. Do you follow?” Ian glanced up.

“I think so. These numbers are telling you there’s paranormal activity?”

“Yes. That’s the theory anyway. These numbers here—” he pointed again, “—are in the range of four to six. That’s the area we look for. These charts are the readings from before you entered the room and after. See how they don’t change a great deal?”

“So they didn’t change a lot, which means he was likely here but stronger when I entered the room?”

“Exactly.” Ian beamed, no doubt pleased I’d caught on.

“That’s better than the alternative. I’m not crazy about being stalked by a ghost.”

Ian shrugged. “It’s possible he does follow you sometimes. These are just the readings we got that day.”

“Not what I wanted to hear. I’m going to assume he stays here in the building.” It’s what I wanted to believe and let’s face it; the scientific readings hardly seemed, well, scientific. “Did you get any interesting readings in the club?”

Ian started bouncing on his heels, going from excited to downright giddy. “Oh, yeah. Look at these.”

More photos. Again, pictures of the empty club, then pictures of my silver shadow and me.

“Now look at these.” He handed me a third stack.

“Wow, that’s weird. Pyper has a shadow too, but hers is a darker gray. Is that a different ghost?”

Ian shrugged. “I’d bet it is the same one.”

“Even though the outline is a different color?”

“Yes, ghosts take their energy from those around them, so he would appear different depending on whose energy he’s feeding from.”

I nodded. Being in the position to feel and sometimes see people’s energy, I perfectly understood his explanation. “Okay, but why would he be following both of us around?”

Ian shook his head. “Good question. Maybe he thinks she’s sexy.”

A sudden bolt of jealousy struck me. I’d come to think of him as my ghost. He invaded my dreams with love and devotion radiating off him each night. So why was he following Pyper around? I knew it sounded crazy, but his emotions were doing a number on me.

Snap out of it, Jade. This is a ghost you’re thinking about. Just a dream lover. A very sexy dream lover.

Kane’s face flashed in my mind, and suddenly I felt like an idiot. Here I was sitting with Ian, my date, and I was jealous of Pyper over a ghost and thinking of Kane.

I put the whole thing out of my mind. “All right, that’s enough ghost talk for now. You ready for dinner?” I asked.

Ian checked his watch. “Yep, our reservation is in twenty minutes.” He got up and held a hand out to me.

***

“You brought me here because it’s haunted?” I sipped from my wine glass and looked around Muriel’s, the famous restaurant Ian had brought me to.

“You haven’t heard the story?”

“No.” I glanced over my shoulder as if I expected a ghost to appear.

Ian laughed. “A lot of the restaurants are said to be haunted. It’s unavoidable with the sordid history of New Orleans.”

“I bet,” I said. “Have you done scientific measurements on any of them?”

“I’d love to, but no, I haven’t had the opportunity.” He lowered his voice to a whisper and leaned in. “When I choose a restaurant I always pick one rumored to be haunted, hoping for a sighting.”

A shiver ran up my spine. That was the last thing I wanted after my recent experiences. “Do you ever see any?”

“Nothing definitive, but there have been a few occasions that made me wonder.” Ian’s eyes got big and sparkled with excitement.

“Ever see anything here?” I bit my lip and glanced around again.

“No, but I love coming to check it out. It’s said the guy who built this house lost it in a poker game. Before he turned his home over, he hung himself here. People say he still haunts the place. I’d love to get a glimpse of him.” Ian craned his neck, studying the exposed inner courtyard.

“See anything?”

“No. Not yet.” He twisted around to check behind him toward the front lobby.

I set my almost-empty wine glass down and signaled to the waiter for more. Great. Just what I needed. A ghost-hunting expedition. A small sigh escaped my lips.

When the waiter came back, I had him leave the bottle.

Ian spent the entire meal giving me a verbal ghost tour of the supposed hauntings in the French Quarter. By the time dessert was offered I’d had enough. It was a rare evening when I wasn’t tempted by cheesecake. But I didn’t want to continue watching Ian crane his neck, waiting for something unusual to happen. People were starting to stare.

“Ready to go then?” he asked, signing the check.

“Sure. Where to?”

“Frenchmen Street. Let’s walk.” He held out his hand.

I took it and stifled a groan. I didn’t mind walking, really I didn’t. In fact I liked it, except when I have my sexy date heels on.

After seven blocks a blister had formed on my left toe, causing a mild limp.

“Are you all right?” Ian asked.

“Oh sure, just not the best walking shoes.” I grimaced. It was my own fault. Nobody drives in the French Quarter. I made a mental note to buy more sensible shoes.
Yeah, right.

Embarrassment washed over him. “I’m sorry, Jade. I didn’t think about that. We’ll take a cab back.”

“Sounds good.”

“You’re gonna love this place,” Ian said when we finally made it to the front of a club. “It’s one of the best places to hear music and maybe catch a ghost sighting.”

Great, just what I wanted to hear. “More ghosts?”

“You never know.” Ian took my arm and led me to a table in a corner. After we placed our drink order, he scooted his chair closer and leaned in. “This is nice, right?”

“Sure.” The music was slow and soulful, successful in bringing people’s emotions to the surface. Mostly they were pleasure-based, but sadness also worked its way in. I put my guards up, wary of being worn down.

Ian slid his arm around my shoulder, letting his fingertips caress my arm. I closed my eyes, enjoying the music and the sensation. This date might still be salvageable.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”

Opening my eyes, I smiled. “Thank you. You’re looking pretty good yourself.” Ian had dressed in all black. Black pants, black button-down shirt and black Converse shoes. It worked for him, highlighting his blond hair and clear blues eyes, now staring intently into mine.