Still looking bemused, Caleb picked up his Guinness and stared at her. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“What could you have done?”
Faced by such a practical reply, he only blinked. “I don’t know. Maybe nothing. But you were okay with being in the house alone after that?”
Well, not really. Or at least, not at first. But after she’d gotten out her smudge stick and done a quick cleanse, she’d felt a bit better. She’d also felt better after she spoke to Will, although she didn’t bother to mention that little fact, either. Anyway, whatever might be going on with the spirit who had spoken through the television set, Rosemary hadn’t felt any ill intentions from her, nothing that made her think Madeline’s ghost had meant her any harm. Actually, just the opposite. Her own feelings of unease stemmed fr
