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bride so badly. Either that, or she just wanted the place to be haunted so badly that she had made it so.
    He found Jeannie’s peignoir robe, then discarded it as being far too see-through for this situation. Her groom would not be happy with it, he was certain. Striding to the closet, he found a pair of robes with “Melody House” inscribed on the pockets—items Penny had insisted they needed to provide a real luxury touch for those few times when he decided to rent the room. He pulled one from the hanger and headed back downstairs.
    By then, Penny, Jeannie and Roger had headed into the kitchen. It was vast. The integrity of the historical aspects had been maintained with the massive hearth and the many copper pots and herbs that adorned wall mounts, but the huge refrigerator, sub-zero freezer, and stainless steel stove were all necessary modern conveniences for the many social events, dinners, luncheons, and meetings that were held at the property.
    The newlyweds were seated at the table with Penny. She had apparently moved like lightning, microwaving water and hurriedly supplying brandy, because they were all sipping out of huge earthenware mugs already.
    They had been joined there by several of the other residents of the property, probably all awakened by the screaming. Matt’s cousin Clint, who, like Penny, lived in one of the apartments above the stables, was seated at the table. Clint’s eyes flashed with humor as they met Matt’s. Sam Arden, the caretaker, old, thin, and crusty, his white hair wild, was at the table as well. He shook his head and rolled his eyes when he saw Matt. Rounding out the group was Carter Sutton. He was actually an old college friend of Clint’s from the next town over. He owned a lot of local property, and had just bought a house nearby. Since it was still being held hostage by construction workers, he’d taken a roomover the stables as well. It worked well. Carter made his living off his investments, and was sometimes “paper rich and cash poor,” so he was happy to look after the horses and serve as stable boy and trail guide when they rented out the horses.
    Matt silently offered the robe, and walked around to take a seat at the end of the table. Penny was happily talking about ghosts. Roger was convincing his wife that there had been nothing there at all, other than the excitement of the day.
    â€œAnd if there was a ghost, it was probably more scared than you,” Clint assured the bride.
    â€œHell, there are ghosts,” Sam said sagely, nodding his old head.
    â€œSam,” Matt protested.
    â€œShe meant to hurt me!” Jeannie said with certainty.
    â€œI don’t think that ghosts are supposed to hurt people,” Carter said. His mustache twitched. He was as bearded as a goat, since he enjoyed a high military position in the “Rebel” unit in which he participated in many battle reenactments.
    â€œShe meant to hurt me,” Jeannie repeated.
    â€œI’ve slept in that room,” Clint said, “and honestly, nothing ever happened to me.”
    â€œI know the Lee Room like the back of my hand,” Carter teased. “It holds the fondest memories in my heart,” he told the bride with a wink.
    She flushed and laughed uneasily.
    â€œMatt,” Penny said, “There’s a cup of strong tea for you right there, end of the table.”
    â€œThanks,” he said. “I’ll reheat it in a bit. I’m going to get a few things out of the caretaker’s cottage, so you two can slip on over when you want.”
    â€œHey, Mr. Stone, I…I don’t want to put you to any more trouble,” Roger said.
    â€œI can’t sleep in this house!” Jeannie wailed.
    â€œIt’s no trouble,” he assured them both.
    All he wanted to do right then was get out—he didn’t thinkhe could bear to hear another of Penny’s speeches on ghosts. He allowed her, on Friday and