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Jeanie smiled. ‘Yeah, I get that.’ In third grade, she’d uninvited two girls from her birthday party for accusing Ben of knocking down their snowman. And then she’d had to sit on him until he confessed when she realized he’d probably done it. It was a very confusing time for her.
He nodded and bit into another Twizzler. ‘That’s how I feel about this town.’
‘So, you love them even though they make you crazy.’
‘Exactly.’
‘And you’re here against your will because the mayor sent you to help the new girl?’
Please say no. Please say no.
He shook his head, his dark eyebrows pulling together. ‘I’m not here against my will.’ Phew.
‘Okay...’ She hadn’t forced him into this insane evening of ghost hunting, but she couldn’t help but feel like there was more to the story, like Logan had some other theory for why the town wanted him here.
Jeanie waited, munching on chips while Logan slowly chewed his way through the rest of the Twizzler. Finally, he met her gaze.
‘This town, the people in it, they can be ... a lot. But they care about me.’ He shrugged like it was no big deal to have an entire town of people care about you. Jeanie could count on one hand the people who cared about her.
She swallowed hard.
‘But I don’t believe in ghosts.’
She laughed. ‘Ghosts or not, I’ll be happy if we get to the bottom of this mystery. Although the earplugs helped a lot. And that new security system you installed – very helpful.’ She smiled at him and watched the blush creep up his cheeks.
He cleared his throat. ‘Glad it helped.’ He shifted in his seat. ‘Now tell me more about these noises.’