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Marge snorted. “I’m only kidding, Doris. Agnes and Duncan aren’t gonna hurt you. They’re just focused on each other. Couple of young ghosts doing naughty ghost things in the garden. Nothing to worry about, Doris. You’re fine.”
Though silly, her words actually did make me feel better. Why would the ghosts of two young lovers want to do me harm? She was right. If there reallywereghosts out there, they weren’t any kind of a threat to me.
“You know, that helps.” I followed Sylvie back to my bed. We crawled under the covers together. “I don’t know why that helps, but it does. Thank you, Marge.”
“You’re fine, Doris. If I can leap into a moving car to save Sylvie and Alice, I can certainly protect you from a harmless ghost.”
“I’m here with Jamie!” Alice sing-songed when she burst into my room, her silk robe trailing behind her as she held up her tablet triumphantly. “Thank God they have Wi-Fi here.”
“Come on!” Sylvie patted the bed, making room for Alice to climb in. “You coming, Marge?”
She shook her head. “Nah. You guys watch your lady porn. I’ll be staking out the gardens. I’ll let you know if there’s a sighting.”
“I don’t want to watch porn!” I protested.
“It’s not porn.” Sylvie laughed. “It’s the most romantic show in the world. Yes, there is some sexy time on here, but it’s romance, Doris. Nothing to be ashamed of. And if it makes you feel better, it’s married sexy time.”
I tipped my head. “Not premarital sin sex? That does make me feel a little better, but still. Warn me when the naughty scenes are coming.”
“You’re not going to want to turn away,” Alice said with a waggle of her eyebrows.
The three of us smooshed together under the covers, and Alice caught me up on the main plot points. After she started streaming the historical show on her tablet, the beautiful scenes from days long past pulled me straight into them. It was even more fun watching them in the castle in Scotland while I, too, was in a castle in Scotland. It didn’t take long at all for me to get sucked straight into the show that already had Alice and Sylvie riveted.
“It’s the wedding night, Doris. So, you can imagine what is going to happen if you want to turn away,” Sylvie warned me.
“Yes, yes. Of course,” I answered. I turned my head, yet darned if my eyes wouldn’t listen to my mind, and from the corner of my eye I peeked over to watch the passionate scene. My heart raced at the images unfolding on the screen, and I felt dirty that I was watching them. But at the same time, I was riveted by the passionate love between Jamie and Claire, and I could now see why everyone went on and on about Jamie’s ghost being welcome in their bed chamber.
“You’re peeking! You’re peeking!” Alice pointed at me.
“What? No!” I flicked my gaze to the old tapestry on the wall. “I wasn’t looking.”
“I saw you looking, you old horn dog,” she teased.
My cheeks flushed with heat as I denied the accusations, but finally, I heaved a sigh. “Fine. I peeked. But it’s okay because they’re married so it’s not a sin.”
“It’s so romantic,” Sylvie sighed, her gaze still fixated on the naughty scene flickering across the tablet. “Isn’t it so romantic? Ah. Jamie and Claire.”
“It is a rather romantic story,” I said, peeking at the scene once again then flushing through my whole body at the images.
“Not as romantic as Agnes and Duncan,” Marge said from her perch at the window. “And you noisy broads have scared them away. I got nothing out here.”
“I’m sorry we scared off your non-existent ghosts, Marge.” Sylvie stuck out her lip in a fake pout.
“They’re real. You’ll see.” Marge pressed her hands to her thighs, groaning as she pushed herself up. “Damn. I think I pulled a hammy jumping in that car today.”
“Get over here and watch this with us.” Alice scooched over, gesturing for Marge to join.
“Nah. The ghosts are gone, and I’m not into historical Scottish lady porn, so I’ll head off to my room for the night. Come get me if you pervs hear any voices out there.”
None of us pulled our eyes away from the screen as Jamie and Claire sank into the depth of their passion. I didn’t even care that I was openly staring. I couldn’t look away.
“Yes, yes, whatever.” Alice wafted a hand at her. “Just leave us to our steamy scene.”
“Dirty pervs,” Marge whispered under her breath then started for the door.
But right before she opened it, voices in the garden floated up into my room. The four of us froze, gazes darting around to each other as we then all spun toward the window.
“Get down!” Marge whispered as she dropped prone to the floor. “Turn that porn off!”
