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With his mischievous smile, he replied, “I’m glad you’re now asking the right question.”
Patiently waiting, she bit into the sandwich and a wave of more memories flooded her. Laughter echoed through her mind.
She studied him for the tenth time over the last twelve hours. A smile still lingered on his lips. The mischievous smile that had screamed at her Trust me all morning, and for some inexplicable reason she had.
“Will you tell me what you are if not a ghost? A figment of my imagination?”
He chuckled and reached for a sandwich as well, studied it. “Do you like the black stuff?”
“Are you avoiding the question?”
Shaking his head, he let out a soft sigh and met her gaze. “No, although I’m not real, I’m not a part of your imagination.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, yes and no.”
She raised a brow.
Again, his soft chuckle sent warmth through her body, not because of any attraction, but a sense of comfort.
“I’d describe myself more as your guide.”
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