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really there, she was hearing them, too.
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    Charlie waved her hand in front of the blonde’s face. “Hello! I’m right here. You just saw me a second ago.”
    No reaction. Almost as if the woman couldn’t see her. But that wasn’t right. Was she playing some kind of game? Why wasn’t she flinching or saying anything?
    “I have a what?” Robbie asked.
    The blonde looked around. Fear etched across her face. “I…uh…nothing. I thought I saw…”
    “Me!” Charlie said. “You saw me. You talked to me. What happened?”
    “Bridget?” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
    Bridget backed away. She’d been rubbing her temples, but now she held her stomach. “Can I look at the rest of the house?”
    “She saw me, Robbie! She saw a ghost!” Charlie laughed. Oh man, she cracked herself up.
    “Sure.” He took Bridget’s elbow and guided her back to the house.
    Charlie crouched to Barnaby’s level. “She did see me, right? Well, you can still see me, can’t you, fella? I just wish I could pet you. I sure miss you, baby.”
    The dog wagged his tail and licked, but there wasn’t anything to lick. He would find no solid body to match her image and whined as he ambled through her.
    “Barnaby, come.” Robbie whistled and patted his leg. The dog took off.
    “That’s right. Go to the living. I’m just a stupid ghost.” Charlie willed herself to the living room and appeared, like a magician’s trick. All she lacked was the cape and hat. Too bad no one could see her. Except maybe this Bridget woman.
    Charlie arrived as Bridget and Robbie were walking down the hall. At least Barnaby stayed by her side. “So, Robbie, who’s the cutie? I haven’t seen her around before.”
    No reaction. He’d never heard her before, but Charlie kind of hoped maybe Bridget would give something away. But no, the chick was closed tighter than a clam shell. Charlie popped into the bedroom.
    Since dying, she’d taken a few days to get the hang of moving around and a couple of months before she managed to venture outside of the house. She never wandered far, though. If someone or something came for her, she wanted to be close to the site of her death. How else would they find her? Problem was—she’d been waiting and waiting and…nothing. Maybe no one moved on.
    But if that were the case, wouldn’t she see her parents or other dead people roaming around? Or Nick for that matter?
    Man, if she could see Nick, she wouldn’t mind being a ghost.
    Barnaby rushed into the room ahead of Robbie, who grabbed onto the jamb. “One of these days he’s going to knock me over.”
    “He does seem rather hyper.” Bridget stopped and stared at the destroyed wall. “What happened here?”
    Charlie bent over and peered through the hole into the bathroom. She was still shocked over how she’d managed that. Those last tenants had pissed her off with their destruction and the next thing she knew, a chair had flown through the room and embedded in the wall. Certainly scared those guys away. Hell, it had scared her, too.
    “I have no idea, but I plan on fixing it first,” he said. “Unless you think having a peephole would be a good rental feature.”
    Bridget laughed with him. “I guess it depends on who you rent the house to, but if it’s me, then no.”
    Charlie’s chest ached. Robbie hadn’t laughed in this house since before her death. It sounded good. Was he interested in Bridget? Were they dating? They did look cute together. God, she hated not knowing anything anymore.
    But if they were dating, why the tour? Maybe she was some kind of real estate mongrel , as her father had been known to call them. Damn it. Charlie would have kicked something if she could. More strangers in her house. What gives?
    “Why didn’t you just sell it?” she asked. “Is that why I’m still stuck here? Because you can’t let go?”
    She followed them back to the living room.
    “When can I move in?” Bridget asked.
    Charlie’s