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 “Turn left over there and follow the small gravel road for about five hundred metres.“

She did and immediately stared at the scenery which was opening up in front of her. Only a few minutes later she parked the car night next to a small creek and got out. It was beautiful. Surrounded by lush green trees, a crystal dear waterway made its way over rocks and pebbles. Birds chirped in the distance, a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, and the splashing of the water completed the picture of this stunning place. A noise behind the car pulled her out of the reverie and for a moment she watched as Bigalow set up a picnic on small rug. She joined him, amazed by the choices of food in front of her.

“Where did you get all this?”

“I came prepared,” he explained with his now typical grin that made her forget about everything.

She was about to sit and try one of the cheeses, when he said, “Not yet. First we’ll have some fun.”

Eyes wide, she stared at him.

“Come on. Take off your shoes and socks.”

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She shot him a questioning look.
With a shrug the explained, “It’ll be the same as the photo.” But still, he reached for the belt. “However, if you insist.”
“I do.” She didn’t say thanks or anything else, because after all, it was the law. Never mind all the memories that flooded her of all the accident casualties she’d seen during her time working in the emergency department at the hospital. It still caused her the random nightmare. It’d been another reason to move to Fermosa Bay.
They drove in silence only broken by his occasional directions. The urge to ask him who he was, not to mention how he was able to move so quickly out of the photo, grew within her, but she remained silent.
Worry trickled through her again because she had no idea where she was going.
“If you wanted to kill me you could’ve done that at home. I don’t think anybody would notice unless I get a call out.”
His bark of laughter echoed through her small car. ”Why would I want to do that?” Gently, he placed his hand on her arm. “You will need to ask the right questions and you’ll understand.”
“So you keep telling me,” she muttered.

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Ten minutes later, she’d quickly brushed her teeth, washed her face, and had applied some makeup. Why in the hell, she had no idea.
He waited for her in the hall with a little basket in his hand. Her mother’s old basket none the less. How on earth did he find it?
“Mum’s picnic basket,” she said more to herself.
A smile curved his beautiful lips as he held it up. “Perfect for the occasion.” He reached for her hand. “Let’s go.”
Again, she surprised herself by taking his hand. They went to the car and got in. Hannah sat on the driver’s side and put the key into the ignition waiting for him to buckle up.
He raised a brow. “Let’s go. Head towards the main street out of Formosa Bay.”
Still waiting, she pointed towards the window on his side. “You need to buckle up.”
He let out a soft laugh which went right through her and reminded her again of the insanity of it all. Or to be more precise, his insanity. ”Real or not, I’m not leaving until you’re buckled up. If the police pulls me over—”
“They won’t see me. . .”

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About to challenge him, she actually thought about his statement. With a bit of hesitation and a bit of exaggerated arrogance, she stepped to the fridge and opened it as well. And, damn it, if he wasn’t right. There was enough meat for two or three meals, heaps of vegetables, and some lettuce, tomatoes, a cucumber, and an avocado for a plain tossed salad. With a big sign she closed the door again.
“Did you actually end up telling me who you are?”
“I’m Bigalow.”
“No, who you really are.”
“I am really Bigalow. Now, go and get ready.”
She reached for her two pieces of toast and sauntered to her bedroom, still pondering his statement about routine. And with some annoyance she admitted he was right.
It didn’t take her long to put on some jeans, a casual jumper, and slip into some sneakers, in between taking a couple of bites of her breakfast. She must’ve gone mad even considering going with him, to wherever it was they were going. Considering? Well, she was going. With this…was he a madman?

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He choked back a chuckle. “You’ll find out once we get there.”
“But I will need—”
“You will need nothing but a bit of time”
She gave a snort. “Exactly what I don’t have.”
“Everyone has time. Not everyone knows how to use it properly, though,” he disagreed with her.
She stood and placed the empty coffee mug to the sink. “I need to do the groceries and the washing.”
He shook his head. “No you don’t”
 Eyes wide, she placed her hands on her hips, irritation growing inside her. “I do. Otherwise I won’t have anything to eat—”
“I’d say that’s a bit exaggerated,” he replied as he got up from the chair and walked to the fridge, which he opened. “See it’s full.” Closing the fridge, he turned to her. “You’re confusing routine with need.”

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With a nod, he responded in a mere whisper, “Hannah, I’m not real.”
Unable to respond, she gaped at him for a long beat. “You do know, ghosts don’t exist,” she muttered at last.
The side of his mouth pulled up in a charismatic smirk. “Who says I’m a ghost?”
There was no way she was able to follow this conversation without her morning coffee. And what happened to her lazy day? This was worse than a day’s worth of patients.
Without any sound he stepped next to her, and as scary as it should’ve been, it wasn’t. Hesitating, he reached for the knife and returned it to the wooden block and then took her hand into his.
She flinched as his freezing cold hand touched hers. “You are—”
“Not real,” he explained again. “You are in the medical profession, everything is black or white for you, but for just a little while I will need you to try and open up a bit.”
“I need coffee,” she sighed. Still overwhelmed by what he was implying, not to mention his freezing cold hand, which by the way were still holding hers, she switched on the kettle. “May I offer you a coffee as well?” she croaked.
He shook his head. “No thanks, but make yourself a drink for on the go. I’d like to take you somewhere.”
Bad enough that she had a stranger in her house, and yes despite knowing his name he very much wasn’t just a stranger, but strange as well, yet the idea of going somewhere with him sounded oddly alluring. “Where to?”

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Hannah woke the next morning, drained and with a hangover-like thick head, grateful it was the weekend, although, fingers crossed, there wouldn’t be any call-outs today. She’d tossed and turned all night, every little noise had not only woken, but also worried her, ending in three full-house checks during the night. The alarm clock told her it was after nine already, time to at least make an effort to get the day started. Not that she had to do much, but the usual grocery shopping, her laundry, and she’d promised herself she’d go to the beach in the afternoon to read a book of her choice. It’d been hectic since she’d taken over the medical practice, she’d forgotten how to have a lazy day.

She stood, reached for a hair tie on the bedside table and pulled her hair into a pony tail, now looking forward to a relaxed day. After washing her hands in the bathroom, she headed to the kitchen for breakfast, but froze once she got to the door.

“Good morning.”

There was no way he’d been able to sneak into the house without her hearing it. How the hell did he do it? And for Pete’s sake, why?

“Bigalow?”

He grinned. “The one and only.”

With tilt of her head, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, exhaling a long breath.

“Did you sleep well?”

She headed to the kettle to switch it on. “You know very well, I didn’t. I was scared shitless and you’re the reason.”

He stood and came closer.

Reaching for a knife, she threatened, “Don’t come closer. I’d hate—”

With a nod, he responded in a mere whisper, “Hannah, I’m not real.”

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It was an image of the kitchen entrance, but no Bigalow.
Confused, she flicked back and forwards, but for the life of her she wasn’t able to find the photo she just took of him in front of the door.
She worked too much and was losing her marbles. But then again, everything had been weird about … Bigalow. What kind of name was that anyway?
She returned the phone back into the jeans pockets and carefully removed the biggest knife from the block before she edged to the door. A quick look into the hallway told her he wasn’t there. She pulled her brows together trying hard to recall whether she’d heard the front door. Or the back door for that matter. Had he left? A cold shiver crawled down her spine. Was he still in the house?
She needed to call the police.
Clearly that wasn’t an option. Hannah went to the lounge room and slouched onto the couch where she finally rubbed some tiredness with her free hand from her eyes. What was she going to say? A man who had just disappeared out of nowhere was potentially in her house. Yes, she did take a photo of him, but he wasn’t on it. It was as if he were a ghost.
Letting out a big sigh, she closed her eyes and had a little chuckle. She was so overworked she was seeing things.

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He let out a soft chuckle. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for a little while.”
She shot him a glare. “Excuse me? You can’t stay here.”
His mouth curved into a smile and it annoyed her that he used his sexy smile as a weapon. “Let’s not focus on that.”
Eyes wide, she countered, “It’s all I can focus on. I have a stranger in my house and would like to go to bed.”
He raked his hand through his tousled hair. “Okay, you have me out of here in ten minutes. You have my word. You will have to promise me, though, to ask the right question.”
Hannah couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The words went into her ear but didn’t compute in her head. Did he want to play games? What did he mean with the right question?
“I give up,” she admitted.
The bark of his laugh echoed in her small kitchen. “You haven’t even tried.”
With shoulders sagging, she grunted, “Because I am tired. I have a date with my bed.”
“An empty bed,” he clarified.
A chill ran down her spine. She stood and moved closer to the block of knives. Bigalow stood as well and stepped to the door.
“Not a problem. I’ll come back for the important questions. I will need you to do one thing though.” He gave her a wink. “Please take a photo of me.”
“A photo?”
“You have my word. I will leave.”
By now she was too tired to be confused or surprised so she simply pulled her phone from her back pocket and took a photo.
He gave a subtle bow. “Thank you.” Then he left.
Hannah flicked through the photos and enlarged the last one.
It was an image of the kitchen door, but no Bigalow.

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“My name is Bigalow.”
“Bigalow?”
With a tilt of his head, he asked, “Don’t you like it?”
She shrugged. “Unusual name for a man, or anybody for that matter.”
His mouth curved into a smile. “Have a seat,” he demanded more than said as he waved his hand.
Despite the insisting tone in his voice, there was still something close to trustworthy about him. However, not to the point that she would sat next to him. Hannah stretched forward and reached for a chair and pulled it towards her before she sat.
His smile spread across his face. “Bigalow doesn’t ring a bell?”
Pulling her forehead into a frown, she asked, “Should it? We didn’t go to the same school, did we?”
“You work a lot, don’t you?”
What a change of subject. How odd. “I do, that’s why I’d appreciate if you could leave so I can go to bed. You do have somewhere to go, don’t you?”
He let out a soft chuckle. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for a little while.”

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