When a weary college student accidentally summons the ghost of an arrogant billionaire, she hesitantly agrees to help solve his dark disappearance, but discovering the truth entails bidding farewell.
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Lake Larson
"Do I look alright?" I asked Ian, biting into my cheek.
My nerves shook me as I tapped my hands like it would help. I glanced around, exhaling while the smell of old books filled my senses. The EWU library had students filtering at the tables, but none were Hudson.
"Stop that," Ian said, pointing at my hands.
I pulled my hands apart, not realizing my fingers were picking at each other. The skin around my nails looked raw while my hand shook. I could leave before Hudson showed up. I can't do this.
I paced toward the entrance, leaving Ian behind. If I leave now, I could come up with a good excuse. The presentation was simple. I could do it all myself, and he could read from the PowerPoint.
"Where are you going?" Ian sprinted before me with his hand out, trying to stop me.
"Nope, can't do it," I replied, walking straight through him.
"No." Ian tried to grab my wrist, but with his ghost hands, he couldn't grip me.
His cold sensation froze me to my core while I grabbed my white beanie from my coat pocket and slipped it on my head. I smirked at Ian as I spun and placed my back on the door, opening it slowly. Ian huffed in annoyance, grabbing my shoulders but failing for the hundredth time. He chuckled as his hand reached into my face, freezing me.
I swatted at his hand, turning to step into the cold weather. The door creaked with a click when it shut.
"Lake," a deep voice vibrated near me.
I peeked from under my beanie at Hudson standing before me.
"Thank god. Prince Charming showed up at the right moment. Now you can't run," Ian whispered with attitude in his voice.
"H-h-hey," I stuttered. "Hudson."
He tilted his head, looking at the door behind me. "Are you leaving?" He stepped closer to me, placing a hand on the door.
"Ohhh." I glanced across the campus, looking down the stairs. "Ummm."
Ian chuckled. "Ha, get yourself out of this one," he said, mocking me.
My glare locked on Ian before fixing my gaze on Hudson with a fake smile. "I wasn't leaving. Just needed to call my mom." I pulled my phone from my back pocket, showing him. "I didn't want to be one of those people who take phone calls in libraries."
I glanced at Ian, seeing his jaw drop. Dumbfounding Ian at my ability to create a wonderful cover, and I did it smoothly.
"Okay." Hudson leaned on the door, shuffling close to me while he stepped by. "I'll see you inside."
I brought my phone to my head, acting like I called someone. My ear vibrated while a ding echoed around. I glanced at Ian, confused, before looking at the screen. Lily Anderson in black showed brightly.
