He Followed Me Home

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

"Can I come?" Wyatt asked that next Friday as Francine grabbed her sound recorder, camcorder and camera and put them in her black bag.

"You want to come to the theater with me? I'm just going to be doing an interview and getting some pictures."

"I want to be with you," Wyatt replied simply. "And who wouldn't want to see a haunted theater?"

"Every other man I've been with," Francine mumbled under her breath as she slid on her black flats.

Wyatt crossed the room to her and wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her body against his, "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm different," he whispered.

Francine's warm breath washed over his skin as she rose on her toes and pressed her lips to his ear, "I've noticed," she whispered coyly.

Wyatt smiled. Over the last week they had spent every spare moment that Francine had together. Wyatt still hadn't kissed her but tonight was the night he was going to. Instead of the usual kiss to the forehead when he left her tonight, he planned on sharing their first true kiss--at least in this life.

"So can I come?" he asked as he pulled away from her.

"Since when have I had to invite you to come with me? You usually just tag along," she reminded him.

Wyatt grinned sheepishly. He had been guilty of showing up at her office a few times this week. He had tried to stay out of her line of sight, he had simply wanted to see her, but whatever pulling force he felt toward her he knew she must feel for him because her eyes always found him.

"Okay, I'm coming," he said.

Francine smiled and her smile grew wider when Wyatt opened the door for her. She was still getting used to having a gentleman all her own. She was starting to get irritated that he wasn't kissing her but she kept trying to tell herself to be patient. However she wasn't waiting any longer than tonight. Tonight if the man didn't saddle up and take care of that kiss himself, she was going to be forced to take action.

They walked downstairs and out to the parking garage. They got into Francine's Cavalier and started down the streets toward the old Granaldie Theatre. Francine's job had definitely improved on Monday when she had gone in. She had been given a very large raise, her own private office and an increased project budget. At first she had been unsure over it all because she felt she hadn't earned it but then Janice had reminded her of all the work she'd done the last few years and that everything she had gotten after Wyatt's stunt was long overdue, and her uneasiness had vanished.

She had ghost sightings and stories piling up on her desk, plenty enough to keep her busy for a year or longer. Yes her job was perfect. Everything in Francine's life was looking better now that she had Wyatt. She had a man who treated her like a queen. He did more for her than she expected but she wasn't about to complain and he really listened when she talked. She was still struck with guilt whenever he mentioned something he couldn't do or eat but she was trying to let go of that feeling since he didn't seem to be bothered by their past. It was harder to shake the feeling that she could be anyone and as long as she could see, hear and touch him he would feel the same about her. She knew she should talk to him about it but life was so perfect right now and she didn't want to ruin it.

"So what happened at this theatre to make everyone think it's haunted?" Wyatt asked as they made their way through town.

"The owner of the theatre back in 1920 was in love with one of the actresses. He spent thousands of dollars on gifts, jewelry and flowers. He kept her in the biggest play they had, even though she wasn't that talented of an actress, just because he wanted her to be near him. She accepted everything from him and they began to have an affair. He fell in love, she did not. He caught her with another of the male actors in her dressing room and there is documented proof that in a fit of rage he killed the actress, the actor she was cheating with and then himself."