One of These Nights
After his brother is murdered, Drew Covington tries to bring his spirit back to find out who killed Charles. With little success, and feeling desperate, he hires an assistant to help with his quest.
Violet Moore is excited about obtaining the job working with Drew. But she also knows something about Charles' demise and is hiding the fact.
Between visits from other spirits and signs that Charles is attempting to reach them, Violet and Drew are falling in love. Can they succeed before the murderer strikes again?
“Yes, and Haversham in London said the same in his essays!” Drew looked at her with growing respect—and dare she believe—admiration? He stood suddenly, pulled her to her feet, and whirled her around. The shelves of his laboratory and their contents sped by her eyes in a dizzying whirl. Violet gasped.
“Brilliant, my dear Violet, brilliant!” He laughed for a moment, then set her on her feet and held her, steadying her. Her head spun, but with his hands on her arms, the world returned to upright. She looked up into his eyes.
Suddenly, he was no longer smiling. His lips moved toward hers, lower, lower…
They touched hers, lightly. Then, with growing urgency.
She clung to his shoulders, and without thinking, kissed him back.
They stood that way, and Violet lost all track of time. It could have been a minute, or ten.
Slowly Drew pulled back.
She gazed up at him, dazed by the intensity of the kiss.
He stared down at her. “I…” He cleared his throat. “I hope—you don’t mind—”
“Ah…no,” she responded, breathlessly.
And quite suddenly he said, “Hang it… I want to kiss you again, Violet.” And leaning forward, he did.
This kiss was swifter. Just as Violet was beginning to melt again, he pulled back.
“We must—remember—we are doing research.” His voice was gruff, and as Violet stared at him, bemused, it seemed like he was trying to gather his thoughts. Drew gave a slight shake of his head. “I don’t want to take advantage in the exhilaration of the moment.”
“You did not take advantage,” she reassured him. Her voice was whispery thin.
I wanted that too, she thought.