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Delightful shivers scurried up her spine. He kissed her again, his mouth skimming over her jaw line and down her neck. Natalie clutched his shoulders. “Matt.”
    He looked at her, his gaze hungry. She forgot to breathe as she stared at him. He was pretending to want her for Jerry’s sake—she knew that, but her knees didn’t because they felt wobbly. Matt straightened, drawing her close to him. “Jerry. How’s it going? Haunted anything recently?”
    Jerry scowled at Matt, apparently intending to look ferocious, but to Natalie he looked more like a lost puppy who didn’t know how to growl. Jerry faded away, but Matt didn’t release her. He gathered her close, and she smelled his light cologne as she was pressed against his chest.
    “He’s gone,” she said.
    “I know.” His smile was warm, but his gaze hadn’t lost the fierce need she’d seen earlier. “You think that did the trick?”
    It took a moment for her to find her voice. “Yes.”
    “Hey, Matt. Um, I hate to interrupt...whatever I’m interrupting, but do you mind filling in at the pudding tank for a little while?”
    They turned and eyed one of the werewolf triplets. Natalie could never figure out which triplet was which, especially now with this one covered head to toe in creamy vanilla pudding.
    “How did you get talked into that, man?” Matt laughed.
    “Patsy can be very persuasive.” He sent a pleading look to the psychic. “C’mon, please. Damian won’t be here for another hour, and I literally have pudding coming out of my ears.”
    “All right, Darrius. But you owe me.” Matt looked at Natalie. “You don’t mind, do you?”
    She laughed at the sudden picture in her mind of him covered in pudding. “Oh, no. I don’t mind at all.” She needed to text Jessica and Eva to go take him down, and then get photographic evidence. Jessica was a helluva shot, probably because she’d gotten so good at beating people up with her swords.
    He squeezed her shoulder. “I’ll be back later.”
    She watched as Matt and Darrius walked to the midway and admired the view from behind. The dunk tank was on the other side of the field, out of her sight unfortunately. Natalie rearranged all the items on the table, then dropped into a folding chair.
    “Hey, Mom. How’s it going?”
    Kimmie’s hair had lost the red food-coloring look. She’d chosen to wear a simple pair of stud earrings and no make-up. She wore a white T-shirt and jeans with a pair of high tops. Natalie felt her daughter’s forehead. “What happened? Are you okay? Where’s that purple thing with the silver spikes you were wearing?”
    “Oh my God, Mom. I just felt like changing, okay?”
    Natalie peered at her daughter’s eyes. Solemn and sincere. And not to be trusted. Natalie looked at Jenny, whose expression was also too innocent. “What’s going on?”
    Kimmie and Jenny exchanged a look that made Natalie nervous. Then Kimmie shrugged. “Why go eat bad food or play a game? We’ll watch the booth.”
    “You’re volunteering to work?” She felt her daughter’s forehead again. “You’re definitely sick.”
    “I’m fine,” she said with teenage exasperation. “Go have some fun already.”
    Like dunk a tall, handsome psychic in a tank full of pudding?
    “All right.”
    “You should try the shaved ice, Mrs. Haltom,” said Jenny. “There’s a blood-coconut version that my mom really likes. Our friend Tilda is manning the booth. See? She’s over there.”
    Natalie followed Jenny’s pointing arm to a booth set up between two pecan trees and staffed by a young Goth girl making snow cones. Natalie felt peckish, especially since she’d had bagged blood today instead visiting her donor. “That sounds good.”
    She walked to the booth and stood in line.
    “Hiya.” Natalie turned and saw a man in a gray jumpsuit standing next to her.
    He had the ghost glow.
    Crap.
    “You Natalie?”
    She squinted at him. “Do you know Jerry?”
    “Nope. I’m Tony