It's In His Kiss

Just when she thought she might pop from the strain, Ned’s phone rang. He jumped, she jumped, and his shirt slid off her hip at the exact moment he turned toward the phone. Saved by the bell. Rosebud was off his bed and safely huddled on top of the armoire, hiding up next to the ceiling, before he’d even answered it.

“Hello,” he said impatiently. But then his voice changed to a much warmer tone. “Hi, Uncle Jerry. Thanks so much for setting everything up. We really appreciate you making it happen. Your hotel is wonderful.”

She couldn’t hear what was said on the other end, but she could imagine. Blah blah blah best wishes on your upcoming nuptials…

“Listen, I will see you tomorrow, right? Yeah, the rehearsal dinner.” He glanced at his watch. “I’m supposed to be meeting Van for dinner tonight—some French place an hour from here—and I don’t want to be late, so…”

Something Uncle Jerry said got a laugh out of Ned. Rosebud rolled her eyes. Something amusing about the joys of coping with Vanessa, no doubt.

But Ned looked distracted as he spun back around, still holding the receiver. He peered at the bed, where the shirt he’d been wearing, the one that had landed on Rosebud, now lay flat. His expression grew even more perplexed. “Uncle Jerry, did you say there were stories about this place being…” He paused. “Haunted?”

Rosebud tried not to giggle. It was just the look on his face, as if someone were poking him with sticks and forcing him to ask that question. So Neddy boy was embarrassed to ask about things that went bump in the night. It was kind of sweet. Of course, she hadn’t believed in ghosts, either. Until she became one.

“No, honestly, I’m a total skeptic,” Ned said quickly into the phone. “I was starting to think there was something weird going on around here, but…Can’t be. That would just be stupid.”

He forced another laugh. “Aw, I’m sure you’re right. Just stress from the wedding. You and Aunt Win always have known me better than anyone else.”

Aw, how sweet. When she was young and desperate for guidance, it would’ve been nice to have a kindly aunt or uncle to turn to.

“Your support has meant everything to me, I want you to know that,” Ned continued. “I know I’ve been strange lately. I never thought I was the marrying kind to start out with, so this is all…”

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