Jussy.
“Because he’s here, right now, and I’d rather not share the Deke and me getting together story while Deke and me are together.” Her eyes, dancing with humor, locked on his as she finished, “He might get embarrassed when I share how talented he is with…um, everything.”
“I won’t get embarrassed,” he told her, still grinning.
She shifted her thumb to over his lips, saying into the phone, “Yes, Joss, I told you he’s right here.” A pause then, “Yeah, that’d be good.” Another pause before, “I’m not watching. I don’t want to know. But I need to call Mr. T.” A few moments and then, “Right. Yeah. This is weird. Crazy and weird, but I can’t deal with that right now. My investigator is still on it and we hope we’ll have more information tomorrow.” Silence and, “Joss, I don’t know. I haven’t talked to her in ages. I’m trying not to get freaked in the middle of a lot of pretty freaky shit. Help me with that, would you?”
She focused on Deke and shook her head slightly, listening, before she kept going.
“Yes, that help would be us not hashing this all out when we have no clue what’s happening, all that hashing out doing nothing but totally flipping me out. And if this is happening, I need to call Mr. T. He needs to be briefed about this new shit. So I gotta go.” Pause then, “Yeah, love you too. My love to Rod. I’ll talk to you when I know more.” Pause, “Right, later, ’bye.”
She disconnected and tossed her phone to the bed.
Then she declared, “Apparently news leaked Bianca was involved in some way in a murder. Her folks are famous. It’s all over the entertainment news and is hitting the real news too. That’s how Joss found out.”
Through this declaration, Deke’s body went wired.
“They mentioning you?” he asked.
She shook her head and he relaxed. “Not according to Joss. But Mr. T has people monitoring that, like always, so he always knows what people are saying. So—”
She was cut off with her phone ringing.
Deke twisted, grabbed it, saw the display said it was her girl Lacey, and he gave it to her.
“Fun’s over,” she muttered as she took the phone from him.
“For now, Jussy. Take your calls. Make your calls. I’ll be here when it’s done.”
She smiled at him, took the call and put the phone to her ear.
“Before you start, I know, and hang on,” she said into it and put it face down on her chest. “Can I talk you into going to get sandwiches?”
She could talk him into anything.
He still didn’t move.
“You good here on your own?” he asked quietly.
“Not sure ghosts can touch you and I think they have to be tethered to the place they died or their home or something so I think I’m all right.”
She said that like she thought ghosts were real.
So he grinned at her.
Yeah, she’d be all right.
He dipped close, touched his mouth to hers then rolled off her.
He was reaching for his jeans when he heard, “I’m back.”
Lacey also must have heard a few things because the start of her conversation was about Deke.
They’d moved on to Bianca after he was dressed.
He put a knee to the bed, bent to her and brushed his lips against hers, pulled away and looked into her eyes.
She nodded and his gaze fell to her mouth as she used it to tell him silently, “I’m good, honey. Go.”
That was when Deke nodded, pushed away and walked out to his truck to get their sandwiches.
*
Deke let himself in Jussy’s front door and heard her playing guitar, the sound drifting into the big space.
If you’d asked him two months ago if he could tell from someone playing a guitar if they had the gift or if they just knew the chords, he couldn’t say he could tell the difference.
Listening to Jussy play, he could now tell the difference.
And it was good she was playing again. She hadn’t touched her guitar in the last week even if she’d had time to do her thing, this because her wrist was wrapped.
That wrap was now gone.
More good.
He walked into the room, seeing her in a tank and panties cross-legged in her bed, her guitar in her lap, her notebook open beside her, pencil in it, and she still was strumming but her eyes were to the door, watching him enter the room.
Deke then watched those big brown eyes warm at the same time he felt that warm in his gut.
She sniffed and begged, “Please make that smell be the southwestern turkey grill.”
Her favorite, turkey and jack with whole roasted green chiles grilled into a cheesy mess on white bread.
“Not gonna buy you ham the day after we found out that fuckface who strangled you bought it.”
She hated ham.
Deke figured that wasn’t the reason she grinned at him.
He walked to the nightstand as she swung her guitar out and set it on its back in the bed, walking on her knees to where he dumped their sandwiches and a grocery bag.