Chapter Eighteen
“You wantme to take him out?” Gwen asked from across the room. If James Bond had been a female secret agent, he would be my sister. Her tactics for life and love included having a gun within reach.
“I think he got hurt enough, don’t you?” I answered.
“I could always send one of my house guests to haunt his butt,” Faith offered. Her ability to see ghosts was just one of her many attributes. Not that I’d felt the need to resort to haunting by association.
“Maybe another time,” I answered.
“If you need me to, I can track him down,” Cassie offered to use her gift she’d used to always win at hide and seek.
“He knows where to find me,” I said, fighting back the sadness in my voice.
“I had a premonition….” my sister Nina started to say.
I held up my hands in surrender. “I’m fine, guys. I promise.”
“Of course, you are. You’re a Bennett. When men fall into our lives, they never know what they have until we shove them in the right direction,” Gwen said.
“Unless, of course, you greet them at the door with a gun shoved in their face,” Max said from the kitchen.
“It was that moment you fell in love with me,” Gwen hollered through my living room.
“Of course, it is,” Max said with a chuckle.
“Well, I can tell you that he’s not dead,” Mercy offered.
Her ability required touching a picture or something personal of the targeted person. Neither of which I had. “And how do you know that?”
She grinned and picked up the remote to turn the television up. Hugh was dressed in a suit, standing next to the director of the FBI. In the corner of the news report, it showed financial books and bank statements, and in another corner, it had a newsfeed of Victor, a prison guard, and a lawyer in handcuffs being escorted into jail. Hugh had found the moles and had gotten them arrested too.
“Looks like it all worked out,” Keaton said as he and the other guys walked into the room. He kissed Faith and smiled at her like a man in love.
Keaton gestured to our table full of wedding favors. “You know we could always just go to the courthouse. Get married and skip right to the honeymoon.”
“Not if you want to live to enjoy the honeymoon,” Gwen said from across the room. Of course, we all knew she was teasing…most of the time.
I’d reverted back to sleeping at night, kind of in the hope that I might run into Hugh. Only now, every time I fell asleep and my spirit took a little field trip, it was to find Hugh wide-awake, never asleep.
I’d given up wondering if he was going to return. I picked up my glass of wine and sipped, enjoying the feeling of being around my sisters and the people I loved. Maybe I’d been keeping myself guarded for too long, from the people who mattered most.
“Grams would kill you if you eloped,” I said, watching Faith and Keaton drift into their own little world.
“Might be worth it if it gets a rise out of her. She hasn’t been the same since Gwen had to hunt down the guy that swindled her money,” Cassie said.
“Our very own FBI Special Agent Fillpot will be at the wedding.” Gwen gave an evil grin. “I’m sure Grams will have a few choice words to share.”
“That’s one show I don’t intend to miss,” I said.
Within the hour, I’d walked each sister, and the men they loved, out of my door with promises that I’d be on time the next day for the wedding. I had every intention of keeping that promise.
* * *
I staredat my sister as they put on her veil. She was stunning and beautiful and nervous, and I loved my sisters more than words could say. There was a camaraderie between us. I’d felt it growing up, but felt it even more now that we were older. The lace wedding dress was perfect. The gown fit Faith’s personality better than anything we could have picked for her.
Keaton was a lucky guy, and he knew it, judging by the note he’d sent into the church dressing room and the single white rose that accompanied it.
The air in the room created goosebumps on my arms. Faith glanced over her shoulder to the empty corner and spoke in hushed tones. Her ghostly house guests were present.
