Haunted On Bourbon Street Part 22

"Hold on. Just a sec." Hastily wrapping my naked body in a short robe, I took the four steps to the door and opened it to find Pyper. Dark circles rimmed her red, puffy eyes on her pasty white face. "Are you all right?" I asked, pulling her in.

She clutched a thin cotton robe and in a small voice said, "He's back."

"f.u.c.k."

She nodded and curled up on my couch in a fetal position. "The last time I slept was here."

I sat on the arm of the couch next to her, recalling when we'd swiped booze from the club and stayed up half the night giggling. "That was four days ago."

She gave a small incoherent sound before closing her eyes. "It's hot in here."

"The air conditioner isn't working."

"You should tell Kane." Her voice was weak, barely a whisper.

Pyper was right, of course, but since I was avoiding him I was suffering in the heat. Stupid, yes. But I was willing to wait it out a little longer. I got up and pointed my rotating fan toward her. Then, reaching for a pillow, I gently lifted her head and placed it under her. She snuggled into it and sighed. I stayed perched next to her until I heard the deep rhythmic breathing of sleep.

Standing next to my open balcony window, I gazed down at the moonlit courtyard. Why was he tormenting her? Since the day I had physically called him, Mr. s.e.xy had only appeared in my dreams to watch over me. In a comforting way though, not a creepy stalker way, as if he was protecting me. I think I should have been creeped out, but I wasn't. I actually felt comforted and safe.

I checked on Pyper once more then pulled on a tank top and cotton bikinis and crawled back into bed. Too hot for covers, I stretched out on the top sheet and closed my eyes.

I woke to the smell of fresh coffee. "Yum. You can stay forever."

"If I'd known it was that easy, I'd have made you breakfast in bed weeks ago."

My eyes flew open. Kane stood next to me with a coffee mug. With a glance, I found my tank top had s.h.i.+mmied up, just barely covering my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. c.r.a.p. I jumped up, barely missed knocking the cup out of Kane's hands, and put on my robe.

"I liked the other view better, but this is nice too." He held the cup out to me.

"Did you say something about breakfast?" I took the coffee, avoiding eye contact.

"I brought bagels. It's too hot to cook. Why didn't you tell me the air wasn't working?"

I shrugged and moved over to the counter. "Where's Pyper?"

"She went down to the coffee shop. She asked me to bring you breakfast as a thank you."

Noticing for the first time the bright sun s.h.i.+ning through the window, I whirled around to look at my alarm clock. Seven a.m. "Oh, thank G.o.d. I still have an hour."

"'Til what?"

"I have a cla.s.s to teach. Thanks for coming by and for the breakfast, but I really need to get ready to go." It wasn't going to take me that long to shower and get dressed, but I didn't want to be alone with him. I still needed time to sort out my emotions, which were running rampant at the moment.

So were his, but I was trying to block them out. It was overwhelming. While he was cool and calm on the outside, desire raged on the inside. And feeling it was having a profound effect on my willpower.

Not waiting for Kane to leave, I locked myself in the bathroom and turned the shower taps on high. When the cold water hit my body, I think steam actually radiated off me.

Ten minutes later I emerged, wrapped in my tiny robe. I kicked myself for not remembering to take clothes into the bathroom. There just wasn't enough material, considering all the sparks flying around. Peeking around the corner, I found an empty room. Relief rushed over me as I realized Kane must have left. As I sat on my bed, a note on the nightstand caught my eye.

Jade, I will see about getting the air fixed or replaced today. You should have called as soon as it stopped working.

K.

I frowned, feeling slightly ashamed. I should've called. I should've been more gracious this morning as well. Vowing to behave better, I dressed quickly and grabbed the bagels on my way out the door.

Holly was busy taking orders, while Pyper handled three different coffee drinks at the same time. The line of customers snaked right out the front door. Grabbing an ap.r.o.n to help them out for a bit before my cla.s.s, I jumped in next to Pyper and packed grounds into the espresso machine as fast as I could.

"Is it always this busy on Sat.u.r.day?" I asked.

"Yes." She gave me a grateful smile. I was happy to see the circles under her eyes were lighter, though not gone. One night of sleep wasn't going to make up for missing days.

I smiled back and filled three cups full of ice to finish off the iced cafe au laits I was working on.

Within twenty minutes the line worked its way down to something manageable. I stepped into the back to hang up my ap.r.o.n and by the time I returned, Holly's posture had relaxed and she was smiling at something Pyper had said.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Pyper was just telling me she spent the night with you last night." She gave me a sly knowing smile. "I didn't know it was like that."

Huh? What was she talking about?

Pyper reached over and lightly smacked her on the back of the head. "No! I slept on her couch after waking her up in the middle of the night. Besides, she has a thing with Kane. Where have you been?"

"Kane?" She turned to me, wearing a startled expression. "Sorry" she said. "I didn't know." Turning on her heel, she walked purposefully into the back.

"What was that about?" I asked Pyper.

She shook her head. "No idea."

"Feeling better this morning?" I wanted to ask about the events of the last four nights, but customers kept streaming through the door.

"Yes, better. I don't usually need much sleep, but I do need some." She bagged up a few m.u.f.fins and pa.s.sed them to a waiting customer.

"Uh, Pyper?" I edged my way closer to her. She looked up and I asked, "Do you think you should tell Ian he hasn't left you alone?" I didn't think he would have any answers, but I didn't know what else to do.

Her shoulders slumped. "He'll only want to do more readings." Just then, two couples walked in the door. She stepped back to the register, ready for their order.

She had a point. Last I spoke with Ian, he still didn't have a plan to help us exorcise the ghost. I'd have to call and light a fire under him. In the meantime, I'd ask Bea if she had any ideas. Any witch worth her salt would know something about ghosts.

I checked my watch. Eight o'clock. Time to get to the studio. I grabbed my purse and stopped next to Pyper, putting a hand on her arm. "You're welcome at my place anytime."

She nodded slightly and put on a bright smile for her patrons. "What can I get y'all today?"

My stop at the cafe left me with no time to spare. I arrived at the studio just as Bea and two other students strolled up. My master plan of speaking to Bea about the ghost would have to wait.

The cla.s.s started out just as fun and easygoing as the previous ones, until my mind started to drift back to Pyper and the ghost. I've always been a good teacher since I can sense frustration, disappointment, satisfaction, and the like, which allows me to provide the feedback needed to fuel a student's learning. But only if I'm paying attention.

"d.a.m.n it!"

I focused on Sandy, who was almost completely concealed in a haze of purple. I blinked. What the h.e.l.l is that? She was surrounded by a bubble of gas-like substance, turning the color of eggplant. Frustration pulsed in time with the bubble, moving like a beating heart. Looking around, it was clear no one but me, and possibly Bea, saw it.

I glanced at Bea, who just smiled and nodded her head in Sandy's direction. Abandoning my post at the other end of the table, I moved closer to the gas cloud. It parted and swirled like a fine mist when I walked up behind her. "How's it going?"

"Argh! Terrible. I just can't make this stringer of gla.s.s do what you showed us and now my bead is ruined."

"Let's see." I took the metal mandrel out of her hand and inspected the bead. Green blobs of gla.s.s had been smeared haphazardly over one end. "Okay, here's what we can do. Cover up this part with some more white."

She took the mandrel back and started adding some gla.s.s to the end I'd indicated.

When she got the section covered, I said, "Now, melt it in nice and smoothe, and roll it out in a barrel shape."

Intent on her task, Sandy did as I said. The gas faded, but not completely.

"But now the bead is bigger than the other one I made."

"So? Just finish this one and make another smaller one, and you'll have a pendant and an earring pair."

"Oh! Cool." She smiled and continued to shape the bead in the flame.

I watched as she rolled the warm gla.s.s on a graphite surface. "Next, take that green vine stringer." I pointed to an extra-thin strip of gla.s.s. "Bring it as close to the flame as you can without melting it. Remember, it's so thin it'll melt before you actually put it in the flame."

I waited for her to find the spot. When she did I added, "Get your base bead good and hot. Hot enough that it glows orange. That's it. Get your stringer in that magic spot you just found. There you go, touch it to your base bead. Now move the bead, keeping your stringer in that sweet spot. See how the heat of the bead combined with the radiant torch heat melts the stringer? That's what gives you control. Excellent! Nice job!"

The other four students clapped as Sandy held up her bead, with perfect scrolls of vines wrapped around it.

"Wonderful, Sandy!" Bea cheered.

The color around Sandy s.h.i.+fted to very pale lavender and then dissipated.

"Nice," I said. "Now add some dots for flowers, and you're all set."

"Thanks, Jade." Sandy picked up some pink gla.s.s, intent on completing her bead.

With the rest of the cla.s.s happily melting away, I caught Bea's eye. Her white light energy engulfed me, warming me to my toes and leaving me with the impression she'd just given me a mental hug. Cheered, I moved toward one of the other ladies to give more instruction.

When the clock struck twelve-thirty, everyone begged to stay a few more minutes. Feeling pleased and content with their progress, I obliged the request and sat down to finish the wire wrapping of last week's beads.

Just as I finished, white light surrounded me. I looked up. "All done, Bea?"

"For today. Great lesson."

"A little unusual, don't you think?"

"Really? Looked pretty normal to me." Bea watched the last of the students file out.

"Are you trying to tell me you didn't see the purple gas cloud?"

"No. I saw it. I just wanted you to see it."

I stood up. "Why?"

"I wanted to get your attention." Bea took out her keys. "Will you join me for lunch today?"

"Yes." I grabbed my purse and followed her to a sleek Toyota Prius. "Love your car."

"Thanks."

"Did you manufacture the purple gas, or...?"

Bea smiled. "No dear, I just fixed it so you could see it. It wasn't gas, it was her aura."

"And you did something to make me see it? How does that work?" I squinted as her white light grew brighter, making my eyes water. "Stop. I'm going blind over here."

The light faded to more of a soft glow. "Auras feed off energy, and mine is pretty strong after all these years. I can enhance them. Only people with gifts like ours can see them. You just needed a little help."

Gifts like ours. Maybe lunch wasn't such a great idea.

Bea slowed in front of a large Greek revival home in the Garden District, complete with a black iron gate. She hit a remote attached to her visor, and the gates swung open.

"You live here?" I gaped.

She nodded and turned into the circular driveway, pa.s.sed the main house and pulled up to what is known as a carriage house. In a previous life it would have housed horses and a carriage. She pointed. "This is where I live. The property is family-owned, and my cousins live in the house. I prefer a little privacy."

Following her up the walkway, I breathed in the sweet fragrance from the lush gardens. "This is paradise."

"As close as I'm going to get, I suspect." She unlocked the door. "Come in."

The inviting, pale yellow room had a garden stenciled on one wall and traditional antique furniture. A table sat off to the left, in front of a smallish kitchen painted bright white with gla.s.s cabinets.

"It's gorgeous," I said.

Thank you, I painted it myself." She nodded toward the garden stencil. "Are you hungry?"

"Very. Let me help you."

"No need. I have a salad made up. I just need to dish it out on plates. Why don't you go outside and enjoy this lovely day on the porch?" She gestured to a door off the back of the kitchen. "I'll be right out."

The porch was screened in with three large ceiling fans, a must for the heavy summer heat. I sat admiring the small garden and smiled when I noticed a beautiful golden retriever curled up in a patch of shade.

In no time Bea emerged with a large tray of salads and freshly squeezed lemonade.

"This looks wonderful. Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome. Thanks for coming to visit. I have wanted to talk with you for a while now." She took a slice of bread.

"What about?"