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“I could listen to the sound of your voice all day and night, Van. Never stop talking to me.”
The things he said.
This sweet side of Brodie was so damn adorable. I kissed his neck and worked my way up to his ear, gently biting the lobe.
“Don’t stop that either,” Brodie moaned.
I totally lost my train of thought.
“Câlisse, I forgot what I was saying.”
“Montreal. You were nineteen,” Brodie hummed. “I bet you were hot then too.”
I chuckled as his compliment. “I don’t know about that. But I can dig out some old photos, and you can see for yourself.”
“I’d love that.” He squeezed my arms. “Now tell your story.”
“I was due to fly out of the city on January 4th, but the airport shut down due to a massive ice storm that blanketed most of the province and parts of the northeast. And it was just beginning. We had non-stop freezing rain for six days in a row. We couldn’t go anywhere. The power was out for an entire week all across the city. Right in the middle of winter.”
“That’s really fucking scary.”
I nodded. “It was. But we were better off than most. Thank fuck my parents had a wood-burning stove and a full freezer. Others weren’t so lucky. But people came together to help each other out. My parents invited our neighbors over since they ran out of firewood after two days. The community came together. It was an experience I’ll never forget.”
“We only have enough food and water for a couple of hours.”
“We’re not going to be stuck here for days. I promise.”
I heard a loud creak, and then a tendril of icy air brushed the back of my head.
“Did you hear that?” I asked.
“It’s this building. It’s old, noisy, and drafty.”
“Yeah. But I could have sworn something touched the back of my head just now.”
“Don’t you start too,” Brodie muttered.
“What are you talking about?”
“Holls went on about this building being haunted by a ghost, some musician who died onstage back in the 70s.”
“Good thing I don’t believe in the supernatural.”
“Me neither. I think.” Brodie paused. “I felt the same cold draft earlier. There must be a vent in the room for the air conditioning.”
“There’s no air conditioning here in the basement,” I replied.
“Oh.”
Brodie and I were both silent.
“You know, on the other hand, weird things happened today,” Brodie declared.
“I hope you’re not talking about us.”
“As if.” Brodie playfully smacked my arm. “I mean, things were missing on stage after Ace double-checked them. And the power going out. You don’t think that maybe the ghost is trying to communicate with us?”
“Come on, Brodie. I know it’s New Orleans, but you don’t really believe in that stuff, do you?”
