He Followed Me Home

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

"How did your trip go?" Francine asked Gregory once they were seated in the fancy French restaurant that he loved. Francine would rather go to the diner in her jeans and t-shirt but she rarely got to spend time with Gregory so she went where he chose.

"It was very productive," he replied as he scanned the menu. "I have to be leaving again Monday."

"Again? But you just got back," Francine complained.

Gregory threw her a look that clearly said he didn't appreciate her whining as the waiter approached the table, "Sir. Ma'am. What can I get you both?" he asked.

Francine was about to respond when Gregory interrupted her and ordered for both of them. As the waiter walked away Francine frowned, "I would have rather had something else."

"Nonsense. You can have a salad. You know if you eat something heavier than that this close to bed you'll be sleepy by the time we leave and I have plans for you."

Francine nearly screamed when she heard Wyatt's deep, soothing voice in her ear, "What kind of plans exactly?"

Gregory noticed her tensing and frowned, "Are you okay darling?" he asked.

She nodded, "Of course I am. Can you excuse me for a moment?" Gregory tipped his head and stood as she left the table.

Francine looked beside her to see that Wyatt was following her just as she had hoped he would. She walked into the back hallway where the restrooms were located and whirled around to face him, "What are you doing here?' she hissed.

"I like French food," he replied with a shrug.

"You don't eat," Francine reminded him.

"What are you doing here with this man?" Wyatt asked.

"He's my boyfriend. He has been for a year."

"I think he has some improper plans for you tonight," he warned.

"What are you talking about?" Francine demanded.

Wyatt frowned, "Are you really that naïve? The man plans on bedding you."

Francine's eyes widened and then she gave a harsh laugh, "Yes and I plan on bedding him too so if you'll please excuse me...."

"Why?" Wyatt interrupted. "Why are you with him? He doesn't want you."

"Aren't you a walking contradiction." Francine hissed. "One second he wants to bed me and the next he doesn't want me?" She had no idea what the ghost was doing here acting like a jealous boyfriend but it was annoying her. Okay, so mostly it confused her and toyed with her already warring emotions about the man. He was everything she could possibly ever want in a man other than the fact that they could never kiss, never touch, never have a family, never have a conversation out in public without her looking like a crazy person. She was trying to fight her growing attraction to the man but he wasn't making that easy by following her around on her date.

"He wants this," Wyatt said motioning up and down her body with his hand. "This isn't you."

"Yes it is," Francine said as she smoothed out her dress. "Why do you care anyway? Don't you have anything better to do than follow me around and worry about my love life?"

Wyatt shook his head, "No." This earned him a glare and he fought back a smile at the fiery spark he saw in her brown eyes, "This isn't you. What did you to your hair? Where did your curls go?"