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might as well find out where he put my groceries. How do you like those apples? I’ve heard of stacking ghosts, but I never imagined I’d be visited by a ghost who does household chores . Sara pushed herself off the couch and headed into the kitchen. Wow . She shook her head. This situation is kind of funny and it’s so not funny at all .
    Sara propped open the fridge door and stared inside. Nathan had arranged her groceries neatly on the glass shelves. What a ghost .
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    “ You’ve had sex.”
    “ Dalton? What in the world? Where did that come from?” Cheeks flaming, Sara snatched up her coffee and headed out the door of the coffee shop.
    “ You know exactly what I’m talking about, girl.” Dalton caught up to her. “S-E-X. You’ve had it. I can see it in your eyes, in your walk. It’s evident in that pencil-thin black skirt you never, ever wear. You’ve had sex.” Dalton stepped in front of her, a big grin on her face, stopping Sara in her tracks. “Spill. Who is he and how have you managed to keep him a secret from me?”
    Sara stepped around her friend and kept walking. “There is no he . I’m not having sex.”
    “ Fine, be that way. Keep it to yourself. I’m only your best friend.” Dalton gave a deliberate sniff and backed away, making sure Sara knew she was peeved.
    “ C’mon, Dalton, I have thirty minutes to get these manuscripts to Kinko’s. I need them looking professional by Friday morning.” The two continued down the street in an uncomfortable silence. “Okay, fine.” Sara relented. “Yes, there’s sort of a man I’m sort of seeing, but I’m not ready to talk about it.”
    “ I knew it!” Dalton practically crowed. “Why can’t you talk about it? We tell each other everything, and don’t say it’s complicated. I hate that cop out.”
    Sara laughed. “It is complicated, but I won’t use that as an excuse.” She gave Dalton a lopsided grin. “Let me put it this way, I don’t want to talk about it.”
    “ Oh, I get it; you’re not convinced he has staying power.”
    He has plenty of staying power, just not the kind you’re thinking of . “Yes, I’m not sure there’s much future, well, I’m not sure there’s any future for us, so I’d rather keep quiet for the time being.”
    “ Okay, I’ll give you that, but tell me one thing, how’s the sex?”
    Sara nearly choked on her coffee.
    “ That good, huh?” Whacking Sara’s back, Dalton laughed out loud. “When do I get to meet him?”
    Sara coughed out an incoherent reply.
    “ Oh, so that’s how it is, huh? See if I ever buy you a coffee again.”
    “ C’mon, you’re gonna make me drop my bag.” Sara readjusted the shoulder strap of her tote bag. “Let’s concentrate on one thing at a time. This,” she shook the tote, “is thing number one. My man, if that’s what he is, is thing number two.”
    “ A big thing, I hope, for your sake,” Dalton mumbled.
    “ Oh, don’t go there,” Sara admonished her friend, but she couldn’t help the small, satisfied smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.
    “ Okay, I won’t, but only because I’ve already got my answer. So, let’s talk about thing number one. Are you nervous?”
    Sara shrugged. “Not really. I haven’t had much time to think about it.”
    Dalton paused for the space of a heart beat. “You mean because thing number two is keeping you occupied?”
    “ Oh god, you are so single-minded! Yes, Dalton, he’s fucking my brains out. Does that make you happy? Are you satisfied now?” Sara gave her friend a nudge with her shoulder.
    “ Very satisfied.” Her friend sounded smug. “I’ll ask again, when do I get to meet him?”
    Never, girlfriend, you never get to meet him . What a sad thought . “Soon. I’ll try to arrange something soon.” Sara reached for the glass doors leading into the copy place. “Right now we focus on thing number one. I want these manuscripts presentable for Ms. Leah Rosen.”
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