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don’t get any shit about my signature on the paperwork at the end of the week.”
    “Stop whining.” She laughed and leaned into him, bumping him with her shoulder on purpose. “And don’t you have a league of lawyers to sign things for you?”
    He grinned and shrugged at the not so subtle jab. “Normally, but I didn’t consult with legal council this time.” He bumped her back and winked. “I decided to buy some property all on my own.”
    “Getting tired of the city?”
    “I kind of like it up here,” he said looking around and then returning his gaze to her.
    “Why?”
    “You have to ask?”
    She hopped to her feet and stepped away, putting distance between them.
    “Jess?” He looked up at her, squinting.
    She waited.
    “Did you love me?” he asked her sunlight framed form.
    She squatted so he could see her eyes. “You have to ask?” She stood and walked away.
    Chris jumped to his feet, turning toward her. “Yes, I have to ask,” he called after her. She turned in surprise and he took the opportunity to cross the distance. “Did you love me?” He saw the turmoil in her eyes as she debated whether to answer him or not.
    “Yes, Ty, I loved you.”
    The sigh that came with the words tempered his impulse to take her in his arms and the doubt and underlying fear in her eyes struck him like a dagger in the abdomen. “But?”
    “But I chose to marry Tom. I love him very much and I don’t want to hurt him any more than I already have. So you moving close to here may not be the best of ideas.”
    “I disagree.”
    “How long before you do something you’ll regret?” she asked, striking him silent.
    The sharp pang in his stomach twisted and he shook his head. “I don’t know.” The plea in her eyes belied her words and he stepped closer, the electricity between them increasing as he towered over her, trembling against the urge to touch her, to reach out and run his hands into her hair, to feel her lips under his, to taste her again. “How long until you give in to your feelings?”
    She was quiet. “A million years,” she finally said and walked away.

Chapter 10
     
    Chris sat in the library combing through ghost folklore but her words kept coming back to him and each time the phrase echoed in his mind, the rock on his chest pressed down. Being near her again just increased the pain, and the knowledge of the futility of his actions.
    This isn’t a game I’m destined to win.
    He huffed and stared at the open book in front of him, not seeing the text, only a jumble of letters that didn’t compute. “I never lose,” he mumbled under his breath and glanced out the window at the bank of woods surrounding the town library.
    With a deep inhale, he closed his eyes, wiping his face. “Focus asshole.”
    This time he saw the words on the page clearly and he scanned the passages, trying to find a hint of a way to send the ghost of his stepbrother back to hell. There was nothing useful to address their particular situation in any of the dozen books he had stacked on the table and he left in frustration.
    As quaint as the rest of the town, the center was lined with little ocean-side gift shops and the delicious scent of boiling lobsters reached his senses. His stomach growled and he followed the smell into a roadside market, ordering a lobster roll for lunch. Taking a window seat, he ate scanning the street until his eyes landed on a small sign advertising a fortuneteller. He raised his eyebrows and exhaled. That’s an avenue to consider.
    Inhaling the rest of his sandwich and leaving the money for lunch on the table, including a hefty tip, he exited and crossed to the shop, standing outside and debating for a fraction of a second before he wandered inside. The foul stench of incense and sweat accosted him and he breathed through his mouth to quell the sudden lurch in his stomach. Removing his sunglasses, he scanned the scant room once his eyes adjusted to the dim light. A small table covered in