He Followed Me Home

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

"Shopping therapy, it does wonders for a woman!" Janice sighed as she tossed her bags in the back of the car.

Wyatt smiled. He'd just spent the last hour and a half watching Francine model for him and he would have to say that shopping therapy worked wonders for a man as well, or ghost..spirit..whatever the hell he was. He had definitely liked it and seeing her smiling, happy and seemingly carefree had been a plus as well.

"I have to get home. I have a date tonight," Janice informed them, glancing at the time on her phone.

"What is a date?" Wyatt asked as he stretched his arms over his head. Francine stared at him and then shook her head. He had on wool pants, wool jacket, she knew he wore a white button down long sleeve shirt beneath the jacket, thick socks, leather boots, a strap and musket over his back. He wore a revolver on his hip along with a long buck knife that looked suited for stabbing an elephant. There was a small pack that hung from a strap across his chest and a large canteen hung from the pack. There was also a sheath which she assumed held his bayonet that hung from his belt.

"Aren't you hot, Wyatt?" she asked as she looked up at the blazing August sun.

Wyatt shook his head, "Nope. I haven't felt things like hot and cold since the day I died," he replied with a shrug.

"Why do you still carry all of that stuff?" she asked as she indicated his weapons and bag.

Wyatt looked down at them and his uniform and frowned, "I've tried to put on different outfits but I have to focus all day on making sure they don't just pass right through me and whenever I finally go to sleep and wake up my uniform and all my belongings are right back on me no matter where I left them. Eventually I just got tired of taking them off every day."

"Earth to Francine and Casper...." Janice said with a grin as she slipped on her giant sunglasses and laid her arms on the hood of the car. "You do realize you look crazy when you stand there looking and talking to someone that no one else can see don't you?" Janice teased.

Francine shrugged, "I don't care," she replied honestly.

Janice laughed lightly, "She really doesn't care, Casper. That's the thing about Francine. She always just kind of does her own thing," she said. "Now me, I have to get home and get ready for my date."

"What's a date?" Wyatt asked again.

"It's when two people go out to spend time together," Francine replied.

"Did he honestly just ask what a date was?" Janice demanded incredulously.

Francine laughed out loud when Wyatt stuck his tongue out at Janice. He was a walking contradiction sometimes. He was strong, protective, temperamental and yet kind, caring, gentle and thoughtful and then at the same time he was clearly a jokester, a prankster and a child at heart.

"He just stuck his tongue out at you," Francine informed her friend. Janice tossed her blond and pink hair over her shoulder and rolled her eyes, "Very mature, ghost boy."

"I guess I'll just go home for the night," Francine said as she dug into her purse for her keys.

Wyatt frowned. She didn't act as if she wanted to go home and that whole date thing sounded interesting to him. It sounded like wooing which was what he was accustomed to. He'd had a few women that he had tried to woo before he'd died. There had even been one woman he'd thought about marrying but he'd been shot and killed in Vicksburg before he could get back to Kansas and ask her.