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but we can’t talk to one another.” Devon explained. “When I first died, I ran into many ghosts like me and I tried to talk to them. But I got more their thoughts than anything and that was only if I concentrated hard. I would get jumbled messages that didn’t make sense to me so I stopped long ago trying to have a conversation with them.”
    Abigail listened wide eyed. How interesting. She thought.
    “Yes it is sometimes.” Devon said, answering her thought.
    “Can...can you read my thoughts?” She asked surprised and a bit alarmed.
    Devon didn’t realize until she asked him that question that he had read her thought and that he had been reading them all along. “I’ve never been able to read people’s thoughts, I mean people that are alive. You’re the first one.” He said as surprised as she was.
    Abigail chuckled. “I better watch what I think when I’m around you then.” She said teasingly as her face blushed at the recent thoughts of him she had had.
    Devon arched his eyebrow and chuckled too. “I like your thoughts.” He said and gave her a sexy smile.
    Abigail turned her head away shyly knowing he had read her thoughts about her dream about him and blushed embarrassingly.
    Devon looked to the woman in another photograph, changing the subject for now. He didn’t want her afraid or leary of him. “This I imagine is your mother?” He asked as he pointed to the picture of the middle aged woman who resembled her.
    Abigail turned and looked at the picture and smiled with relief. “Yes, this is my mom.”
    “You look like her.” Devon stated.
    “Yes, I’ve been told that.” She smiled and picked up the picture. “But, we’re nothing alike in personality. She’s a good mom though and I love her dearly.” She said as she put the picture back on the mantle. Abigail walked over to the table where the teapot was sitting and refreshed her tea. “Would you like some more?” She asked as she held out the teapot.
    “No, thank you.” Devon said as he walked back over to the couch and sat down again and reached to pick up his tea cup.
    Abigail set the teapot back down on the table and walked over to sit on the couch again too. She tucked her left leg underneath herself and settled into a comfortable position.
    “Do you have brothers or sisters?” Devon asked curiously.
    “No, I’m an only child,” she said. “Mom and dad tried having more but they couldn’t,” she said wistfully. “I always wanted a brother or a sister.”
    “You didn’t miss much.” Devon said sourly as he stood up again and walked to the fireplace and held his cup in his hand. He rested his other arm on the mantle and gazed down into the flames that licked the firewood. Abigail’s eyes were riveted on Devon’s muscular powerful physique. She felt her body flush as he brushed his long black hair away from his face and tucked it behind his ear. He took a sip of tea and continued. “I had a brother once.” He said with anger in his voice.
    “You did?” Abigail asked, trying to focus on what he was saying.
    “If that’s what you want to call him. He was the one that killed me.” Devon said bluntly.
    Abigail gasped at Devon’s blunt statement. She stood up and walked over to Devon and put her hand on his arm. She felt his muscles ripple under her touch and she gulped. “I’m so sorry Devon.” She said sympathetically. “Why in the world would your brother kill you?” She asked boldly.
    Having no one to talk to all these years, Devon hesitated briefly and cleared his throat before he answered.It was hard concentrating on what he was saying with her standing so near him and touching him.
    Devon hadn’t thought of his brother in a very long time and he didn’t want to think of him right now. He patted her hand that rested on his arm and continued. “It was over something very petty. My brother obviously didn’t think it was.” He paused and then said. “It’s a long story Abby.” He said, as memories of