He Followed Me Home

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Francine changed into a pair of blue stretch pants, a pink shirt and running shoes when they got back to the apartment. She pulled her hair back tight on her head, grabbed her I-pod and slipped back out the door without a word to anyone.

Wyatt knew she didn't want him to come along and so he paced the apartment instead. Something was wrong with her and he had no idea what it was. She wouldn't speak to him and while she hadn't pulled away from his touch, she hadn't encouraged it either since leaving Madam Zinga's shop. He wondered if maybe he'd pushed her too far with the touching. He'd been looking for every excuse to brush against her, lay his hand on her arms and shoulders or smooth her hair. He hadn't been so touchy feely in life but after so long feeling nothing, touching Francine was something much like what he imagined heaven would be.

After a while, Janice came out into the living room in sweatpants and a tank top and flopped down on the couch. She turned the television on and sat a laptop in her lap. Wyatt paced and paced, he wasn't sure how long but finally he couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed the paper and pen off the table and for the first time Janice didn't jump with fear when it raised into the air.

What is rong with Franny?

"That is not for Madam Janice to tell you, it is for you to find out," Janice said doing a very good impression of Madam Zinga.

Wyatt rolled his eyes and scribbled on the note pad. Tell me. If I did something rong I need to no.

Janice sighed and shook her head, "I can't tell you, Casper. Francine and I have a code and that code is we don't share what we tell each other in private. If you want to know what's wrong then you'll have to talk to her."

Where is she? Wyatt asked, fully prepared to go find her.

"I can't tell you that either. She wants to be alone."

Wyatt growled and threw the couch pillow across the room, startling Janice. I'll just go find her. It will be easy.

"You have a temper," she scolded. " And easy? This city is huge, how do you think it will be easy?

I cud find her. I am pulled to her.

Janice smiled wistfully as she laid her head back and covered her heart with her hand, "That's really sweet...and a little crazy stalkerish," she sat up and looked in his direction. "Look, what's wrong with Francine is really nothing you can fix. All I can say is show her how much you care about her and court her or whatever it is you nineteenth century men did."

Wyatt frowned and tossed the paper and pen down on the table. He didn't like Francine being out alone, not after what had happened to Janice last night but he had a feeling that telling Francine that would only make her angrier.

Wyatt wasn't used to dealing with a woman that seemed to be angry with him. He had been considered handsome back when he'd been alive and most women had fought amongst themselves to be close to him. How did a man go about making up with a woman when he was absolutely clueless as to what he had done wrong in the first place?

"Now leave me alone and let me watch some TV before I have to go to work." Janice said as she curled her legs beneath her and began flipping through channels, keeping her laptop balanced on her lap.

Will you be ok out tonite by yourself?

Janice laughed lightly and then batted her lashes, "Are you saying that you care about little old me?" she teased.