He’d turned off his phone last night but when he turned it on this morning texts and missed calls from his manager and bandmates kept coming in as his cell played catchup. He finally texted Malcom and told him he was okay and to tell the others he’d call them in a few days. Out of all his bandmates, Malcom asked the least questions.
Twirl and Dip (WIP) Drake’s POV Drake’s stomach rumbled and he cringed. “Was that your stomach?” Rowan asked and her lips twitched. “Afraid so. I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I can never eat before a gig.” “I never could either,” Maverick said. “I’ll fix some sandwiches. Do want something, too?” she asked Maverick. “I can’t have a man eat alone.” She grinned and shook her head. (Finishing up the scene) “Of course not.” She headed back to the kitchen. “Thank you,” Drake called to her. “No bother,” she shouted back. Maverick and Drake moved to one of the tables with …
He shook his head and chuckled. He most likely spotted someone from the tour going off on their own. This made him pause. He didn’t think anyone would just wander off by themselves, but this woman had either vanished, or she deliberately headed into the foliage where there were no lights placed, and he didn’t remember her holding a flashlight. Yet she kind of glowed. That was it. That was why she seemed out of place. She shimmered. “Ghost,” he murmured and startled himself for even voicing it.
“Jared told me he’s only seen a woman who haunts the place but every time he tries to catch up to her, she disappears before he manages to come close enough to snap a photo. I think that’s why he does these tours. If I remember right, he was related to the woman who disappeared.”
“Haley Rose?” she asked.
“Is it Haley Rose and Baz Keegan,” Spike spoke up and Rowan’s gave riveted to him.
The family closed the park even though they had just finished the pool that had four slides and a wading area. Some say the woman who haunts this place is the daughter, but others believe it’s the mother who is hoping her daughter will return home. She had loved this place and would frequent it often before bigger dreams took her away. During the summers, she worked at the concession stand.” He turned toward the building behind him and shone his flashlight. “Maybe she’ll be serving the guest tonight.”
“Gather around,” Jared called to them and waved his hands for the group to draw near. “The water park opened in 1983, a tourist attraction people sought to keep cool during the summer,” he began the ghost story with a bit of history. “Unfortunately, in 1987, the fun stopped for Tina Easton when the teen suffered a seizure. Before anyone realized what had happened to her, the girl was floating at the bottom of the pool.”
“I know.” She worried her lower lip.
“What is it?”
“Spike is going to school, too. He wants to be a chef.”
“A chef?” He lifted a brow as he tried to imagine tattooed biker-guy in the kitchen whipping up a soufflé.
“He’s a tattoo artist. See what he did for me,” she said as she rolled up her sleeve to reveal a tree of life tattoo with the trunk on her arm and the branches and leaves extending to her shoulder. “I still have a few more sittings to do.”
Katie looped her hand through his and wasn’t in the least put off by his questions. “He may look a little rough around the edges but he’s a good guy. Besides he’s as a lot hotter than that vampire from the show you’re referring to. Though I thought the actor was pretty damn cool.”
