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“Uh, Sage, I need to tell you something, and please don’t think I’m crazy.” She turned, smiling up at him.
“I know. You love me, and there are ghosts here.”
“Wait. You know I love you?” he smirked. Sage could only laugh, shaking her head as she kissed him.
“Yes.”
“And the ghosts?”
“Mike, I lived in a two-hundred-year-old mansion in one of the most haunted cities in America. My grandmother was always having conversations with the ghosts in the house. I only saw one. Mauricio was a man who worked at the house in the late 1800s. I’m not sure why he couldn’t leave, but he seemed happy enough watching over the place.”
“Wait. Could you see and speak to him?” asked Mike.
“Yes. All the time.”
“We might have our first eye-witness to the crime,” he said, pulling her toward the cafeteria. “Morning, Martha. Morning, Great-great-grandfather.”
“Good morning, my son,” smiled Nathan. “You’ve chosen well.”
“Thank you,” smiled Sage. “It’s nice to meet you both.”
“I like her,” said Martha. “She will be good for him.”
Mike heard the last comment, turning to give a wink to Martha. She’d been a confidante and counselor since he was a child. Who knew you could have a two-hundred-year-old ghost as a therapist?
As they entered the cafeteria, all eyes turned to smile at the new couple. It was Nate and Harlow who stood, applauding and giving a rousing ‘whoop’ with their fists in the air.
“Oh, my God, I’m going to die of embarrassment,” said Sage, turning a delicious shade of cotton candy pink.
“No one dies of embarrassment,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “They’re happy for us, and so am I.”
“I knew it,” nodded Irene. “When I spoke to Loretta that last time, we were makin’ plans for you to come out here and meet our Mike.”
“What?” gasped Sage.
“Oh, don’t be surprised. Old ladies only want their children and grandchildren happy. You deserve one another. Now, when is the weddin’?”
“Uh, Mama Irene, maybe we could wait just a bit,” said Mike. “Sage is a bit skittish still, and I don’t want her to run.”
Sage stared up at him, then back at the old woman in front of her. She still smelled like vanilla and jasmine, her whiskey-colored eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Actually, I’m not skittish at all. I’d like to be married soon if that’s alright. I had hoped to be married before, you know, I lost my virginity. But I’m happy to be married now.”
“Well, then,” smiled Irene. “We got the tent here on our property for the family party, away from pryin’ eyes at Halo Island. We got the excuse for a party, and lord knows, we all like a party. We have a weddin’ on Tuesday. Mardi Gras.” She sauntered off toward the kitchen, no doubt ready to bark orders for the wedding menu.
“Shouldn’t I meet your parents and grandparents?” she asked with a strange expression.
“Oh, shit!”
“Yeah, oh shit,” remarked his father from behind him. “Hello, Sage. I’m Nathan Redhawk, this idiot’s father. This is my beautiful wife, Katrina.”
“Hello,” she smiled with a pink blush. “Wow, you’re both so beautiful. I’m not seeing where the violet eyes come in.” Just as she spoke, Trak and Lauren walked up.
“These are my grandparents, Trak and Lauren,” said Mike.
“Now I see it,” she laughed. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you both.”
“The pleasure is all ours,” said Lauren. “You’re just as lovely as Nate and Harlow said you were.”
