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saw him.
The ghost stood a few inches taller than she, wearing the garb of an ancient
Scotsman. He wore a knee-length kilt, knee-high boots, a long-sleeved shirt
tied together in the front with a neatly woven string and a sash wrapped around
him from his left shoulder to his right hip. He had the essence of a proud
warrior, which exuded in the air around him. At first sight, she thought he was
the sexy visitor from her dreams, but as she studied him further, she realized
he wasn’t.
    Excitement stirred to life and filled her with warmth. She
hadn’t been wrong to follow Travis on this hunt for a ghost named Jasper. Right
before her stood the chance she’d been waiting for, the opportunity to learn
how to communicate with the spirit world. In all of her adventures to haunted
locations with her late husband, she’d never spoken with a ghost. She’d only seen
or felt them. Her stomach churned. Maybe now she’d discover how to locate and
speak with Eddie.
    Deciding there couldn’t be two caves in the area with a
ghost inhabitant, she took a chance. Lynn gathered a smidgeon of her Texan
charm, extended her hand and did her best not to sound scared. The sight of her
dirty hand made her realize she must look a bit worn as she absently rubbed her
hands on her muddy jeans, patted her unruly curly hair then extended her hand
again.
    “You must be Jasper.” She held her breath and hoped he’d
communicate with her.
    If she surprised him with her statement, it didn’t show in
his expression. He floated around her, studying her from head to toe. Cool air
swirled, engulfing her, making her shiver. She dropped her hand to her side since
he didn’t seem to have any intention of shaking it. He took a stance of
intimidation with his arms crossed over his chest, legs spread hip distance
apart and a stern look upon his face.
    “How do ye know mi name?”
    Lynn relaxed, letting go of the breath she held. Excitement
made her heart pound. Somehow she’d ended up where she was supposed to be. Call
it dumb luck. Call it anything you like. She found Jasper and the cave that
Travis was supposed to be taking her to visit. Travis hadn’t lied to her after
all.
    “I’m Lynn,” she said, hoping to start a conversation with
him. Questions scooted excitedly through her head at a rapid rate. This was her
first actual ghost-to-person discussion. She breathed deep, doing her best to
focus and slow the whirlwind of need-to-knows from confusing her thoughts. A
step forward made Jasper float backward, keeping a safe distance between them.
    She cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m a friend of
Travis.”
    It looked as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders
when he spoke. “Where is Travis? How did ye find mi without him?”
    Not sure what she should say, she carefully chose her words.
“Travis and I started this trip to see you together but we got separated. I
fell and slid down into the ravine. It was only when I tried to climb back to
the top that I landed on what I thought was a ledge. I didn’t know it was your
cave until now.”
    He seemed to study her as if trying to decipher whether she
spoke the truth or not. His chin tilted and his gaze softened. “Did ye rest
well?”
    She glanced at the blanket and realized where it must have
come from. “Did you do that?”
    He nodded then waved his hand, causing the blanket to float
into the cave. He dropped it onto a pile of assorted things.
    “Thank you. That was very kind of you.”
    “I could no let ye freeze, now could I? It would no be the
chivalrous thing ta do.” He said it in such a matter-of-fact way it almost made
her laugh. But that wouldn’t be polite so she swallowed it.
    “Jasper, why is it you haunt this cave?” Lynn asked.
Deciding she would be less intimidating to him if she sat, she moved to the
closest large rock and took a seat. She wanted to gain his trust and learn why
and how he remained trapped between planes. Desperately she wanted to know if
there was