(The Last Episode.)
“I, ah, talk with them too,” Cindy said hesitantly.
“Ghosts? Spirits?” Synch corrected.
“Edith told me her son David murdered her.”
Synch’s eyebrows rose high.
“She said she felt an attack coming on while he was there and went to get her medication. He beat her to it and held it out of her reach. She begged him to give it to her. He wouldn’t. She tried to phone triple zero for help but David pulled the phone plug out of the wall. He watched her for hours as she became worse and eventually passed out. He waited a few more hours to be sure of her demise before calling an ambulance.”
“He told me he found her unconscious when he arrived,” said Synch. “That lying, murdering… low-life.”
“Karmic energies caught up with him rather quickly,” Cindy added.
“We’d better tell David Finestra,” he said.
“Why? David Buchanan is dead. Too late to charge him. And how can the dearly departed be a witness to a crime?”
“Seems the right thing to do,” he said.
Cindy thought about it.
“I guess,” she shrugged and got up. “I’m starved. Let’s eat.” She uncovered the containers and microwaved them.
“You know how you can tell a person’s whole life story by looking at them,” Cindy began as they finished eating.
Synch knew what was coming.
“What exactly is in store for me?” she asked.
“Lots of things.” He was being evasive and scooped up the empty dishes. “Want a tea or coffee?” he said shoving the dishes in the dishwasher.
She followed him into the kitchenette.
“Is it that bad?” she said her forehead creased deeply.
He smiled a knowing smile.
“No. It’s very, very good.” He watched her relax.
“Then tell me,” she said and added. “Please.” She backed him up against the bench and closed the gap between their bodies. He loved the feel of her warm body against his and held her narrow waist.
“Well,” he had to trust himself, trust that what he saw in the future was correct. Sometimes part of him had doubts. But in his heart he knew it was correct. They’d only known each other a matter of weeks. How would she take it. She might be overjoyed, or, not. She might bolt unable to handle the fact that someone knows exactly what she’s in for. He understood how someone might feel their privacy had been invaded by him. He wondered how he’d feel if roles were reversed. Then it came to him. Her future was set. No matter what he told her it wouldn’t change her future.
Their arms loosely encircled each other.
“How do you feel about me?” It was a starting point.
He watched the smile spread across her face.
“Like I’ve known you all my life.” Her voice was soft. She looked into his eyes.
He slowly nodded, the same softness radiated from his own face.
“Like I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you.” She blushed slightly at her own words.
He raised his eyebrows and nodded, the confirming grin told her.
“Us? Together? Long term?” she said.
He felt excitement tingle through her. He felt relief.
“Yep,” he said softly.
“The works?” she said to be sure.
“Yep,” he repeated.
“Wow.” She was silent for a few minutes digesting the prospect. “When do we start?”
“Our relationship,” she was jumping ahead.
“I thought we had,” he said.
She kissed him her mouth opening over his.
“Mmm, I suppose so,” she said peeling her lips from his only enough to let the words out. She sank her tongue into the depths of his mouth. “I’ve dreamed about waking up in bed with you.”
His lips moved to her ear and down her neck.
“I’ve dreamed about doing more than that with you,” he said nibbling at the base of her neck with his lips and retracing his path to her mouth.
She pulled away from him. Holding his hand she dragged him toward the bedroom.
“I guess we’d better find out if we’re sexually compatible,” she smiled from under her eye-lashes.
He knew they would be as surely as he’d take his next breath.
He knew too that before the night ended they’d proclaim their love for each other. It would be the real start of their life together.
He couldn’t think of a more perfect beginning.
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