Page 41 of Ghost of a Chance

Two years later

C oming back to Burlington to get married at the Airbnb where they’d fallen in love had been Jasper’s idea. He had turned out to be a big romantic at heart. They’d done the long-distance thing for a little while. Then she’d moved to Chicago to be closer to him and found a place where she fit.

Her mom had followed, buying a town house near her and Jasper which Kirsty had loved.

Her book series had skyrocketed after the Live with Bri O’Brien show segment had aired showing her exorcising Marc from the textbook. Media offers had come in which she’d turned down.

Occasionally she still got feelings when she was in places but she usually just walked away from them. They were married in the backyard of the house. The trees were all orange, brown and yellow. There was a tent set up for the reception.

Kirsty’s dress was black because it was her. Jasper’s smile was huge when he saw her in the figure-hugging dress with the sweetheart neckline.

Their first dance was the Dead Boys’ song they’d danced to the first night they met and only their close friends and family understood why there was a university physics textbook on the cake table.

Victor pulled them aside to give them a small, wrapped gift.

“What’s this?”

“This was Paul’s favorite book; he was rereading it when he died. I figured you’d like it since he brought the two of you together.”

“Thanks,” Kirsty said.

“And it was my dad not Paul,” Jasper said.

The lights flickered above them and they both looked from the book back to Victor who cracked up.

“That was Gia,” he said with a laugh and a wink as he walked away.

Jasper pulled her into his arms. “I don’t mind being haunted now that I have my own ghost buster.”

“You do have me,” she promised, not sure she wanted to be called a ghost buster.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

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