He Followed Me Home

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

"One month as a married woman and I must say that you are glowing!" Janice said with a wink as she and Francine sat down to lunch at the small diner down the road from Francine's office. "Of course I'd have that glow too if I was getting loving from a man that hot every night. Are there any little Wyatt's on the horizon."

"It's only been a month," Francine reminded her. "And no as of this morning there are no little Wyatt's on the horizon."

"You'll make sure I'm the first to know right? After Casper of course." Janice added.

Francine laughed lightly, "Yes you'll be the first," she promised. The waitress came and brought their order and the two girls fell into easy conversation.

"Wyatt and I are going on a road trip next month. We want to go to some of the civil war sites that you and I missed. He really wants to go to Port Royal, that's where his dad was killed." Francine said as she sipped at her cola and stuck a fry in her mouth.

"Have some extra fun for me and if you happen to find any hot dead guys do you think you could bring one back for me?"

"Sure. The next dead guy is all yours," Francine assured her. They continued with their meal, laughing and catching up on the week.

Neither saw the woman watching them from outside. Madam Zinga watched Francine and Janice eating their lunch. She was still angry for what Wyatt and Francine had done. They had not been happy with the gift she had given them by allowing Wyatt to remain a spirit so they could be together in this life. Instead they had wanted more, more, more. And then they hadn't even had the decency to invite her to the wedding. They would pay for what they had done to Madam Zinga and today is the day she would collect the life she was owed and tear the lovers apart.

She limped off, leaning heavily on her cane, and made her way back toward her store.

***

Francine and Janice were just finishing their lunch when Francine's cell phone rang.

"Hello?" she asked not recognizing the number.

"Is this Francine Montgomery?" a male voice asked.

"Yes it is," she replied as she frowned and shrugged at Janice's questioning look.

"I'm afraid your husband, Wyatt, was involved in an accident today. He was breaking a horse and was thrown. I really don't know what shape he's in. He was unconscious when the ambulance left the ranch with him but I figured you'd want to know so you could get there."

"Thank you." Francine whispered before snapping her phone shut and jumping to her feet. She pulled a fifty from her purse and threw it on the table, not waiting around for change before running from the diner.

"What's wrong?" Janice demanded as she ran after her.

"It's Wyatt! He was hurt!" Francine replied as she ran down the sidewalk. Her car was parked at the office.

"Where is he?" Janice said as she ran after her in her four inch heels.

"The hospital," Francine replied. Her mind was racing. That man hadn't known how seriously Wyatt was hurt but he had known that Wyatt had been unconscious when the ambulance had left. That had to mean he was hurt bad! Breaking a horse! Of all the ridiculous things she had ever heard.

She got to her car and jumped in the drivers seat, surprised when the passenger door opened and Janice jumped in as well.

"He's my brother, I have to come!" Janice informed her. "Are you okay to drive?"