It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right." Daisy managed to whisper through dry lips. "If you're a ghost...I hope you haunt me forever." Matthew sat on the floor and reached for her cold hands. "Would a ghost use the door?" he asked gently, bringing her fingers to his scratched, battered face.
Lisa KleypasNo one can tell you what your path is . . . but someday you'll discover it. . . and it won't be at all what you expected.
Lisa KleypasGhost?โ St. Vincent shot him an incredulous glance. โChrist. Youโre not serious, are you?โ "Iโm a Gypsy,โ Cam replied matter-of-factly. โOf course I believe in ghosts.โ โOnly half Gypsy. Which led me to assume that the rest of you was at least marginally sane and rational.โ โThe other half is Irish,โ Cam said a touch apologetically. โChrist,โ St. Vincent said again, shaking his head as he strode away.
Lisa KleypasOh, Daisy, it's revolting the way I want to fawn all over him. I'm afraid I'm going to do something dreadfully silly today. Burst into song or something. For God's sake, don't let me.
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