All Chapters of Vickie: Dr. by day. Ghost Whisperer by night (Book 3): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Megan’s light, airy, and cozy cabin suddenly felt cramped and stuffy as I sat staring at the flames in the fire that Evan lit .   It wasn’t that the air had a chill.  It was more to warm the mood that had overtaken the cabin and its occupants.I was furious with Max.  So angry, in fact, that I was at a loss over how to express it.  Since Evan and Megan knew about his secret life and hadn’t immediately told me, I used that fact to focus on and turned my disappointment with their lack of telling me as an outlet for my rage.Not only could I not look at them or talk with them, but I desperately wanted to be free of their company.  I needed to be out in the open air where I could breathe without hindrance and allow my body the relaxation that it just couldn’t find while within those four walls with them.Using the excuse that I needed some air with an attitude that warned them against offering to join me, I slipp

I stumbled out of the lawyer’s office in total shock after the reading of Max’s will.  Either he hadn’t thought things through or he expected that he’d  have time to change his will in the future after we’d started a family or – more likely - he thought that I’d die before he did.  Whatever the  reasoning behind his creation of such a will, I’d probably never know since Melissa insisted that he was off into the wild blue yonder with her and there was no ability to connect from where they were.Max had secretly purchased the house that I was renting almost immediately after the realtor asked me if I was interested in buying it and I’d said that I was, but I needed more time to pay down school loans.  He then willed  the house to me upon his death and had the rent money that I paid to the leasing agent put into an account for me; minus her commission.  In short, I was paying myself to be ab

Off in the distance, I could hear Megan’s incessant tapping on my bedroom door.  It competed with Evan’s heartbeat as I lay cradled against him with my head resting on his chest.  I struggled to be coherent enough to separate the two sounds in the darkened room.   When I was awake enough to understand what was happening.  I found it easier to roll over Evan’s body to the edge of the bed, rather than to try to lift the dead weight of his protective arm off me.   When I did, I was surprised by the fact that  he didn’t awaken.  He was clearly at ease for the first time in a long time. I grabbed my robe to cover my nakedness and answered the door.Megan stood with the look of a woman who’d just woken up from a long winter’s nap. “It’s after midnight,” Megan said with a sleepy voice.  “I fell into a ridiculously deep sleep.”“I

Megan used the time that it took for me to fully recover to close the portal that the shadow person was passing through.  I would have liked to have witnessed how she did it, but I understood her desire to simply get it done and behind us.  She said that she needed time to work on finding a way to release Matilda from the bonds that kept her tied to the house since her normal casting spells hadn’t done the trick.In exchange, Matilda shared with Megan and Evan the various secret passages that were being used by the witchdoctor and his cronies to come and go at will. We were all astonished by the number of them.  It was later revealed that the house was used as a hub during prohibition for bootlegging.  Hence the many entrances and escape routes.I wondered if Max knew the history of the colorful house that he’d purchased for me. I doubted it.  I was certain that if he knew that advanced zombies and werewolves were walking the halls

 I was a nervous wreck as I walked into Dr. Lansbury’s reception room the following afternoon.  I’d driven myself.  Although I fully intended to share the information with my girlfriend and my vampire lover, I wanted time to absorb whatever news there was on my own first.My stomach lurched on several occasions and I was barely able to retain my lunch before I was finally called into her private office.  Her lips smiled warmly while her intense eyes watched me take a seat.When I was finally settled, she pulled papers from a large manila envelope and began to read the test results to me.She never lifted her eyes from the papers as she said, “On the matter of paternity, Max Orwell is the father.  Your bloodwork shows that you are a little further along than I thought.  You are approximately seven weeks pregnant.”  She heaved a sigh and then focused her cut glass green eyes on me.  “Thi