GhostlyPersuasion by Dena Garson Page A

Seamus, Katie found
a secluded spot that appealed to her. She curled up on one of the cushioned
lounge chairs she found tucked into a corner. As she settled herself she
noticed the chair was unusually large. Two people could fit side by side on the
lounge but without much elbow room.
    Seamus perched at the end and watched the last few rays of
the sun dip below the horizon.
    “Do you watch many sunsets, Seamus?”
    “No.” He hesitated then added, “There was a time when I
did.”
    “What changed?”
    The look he shot her said she was being a simpleton. “Your
curse?” She frowned. “Why would being cursed take away your enjoyment of
something like the beauty of nature?”
    He looked in the direction of the setting sun but Katie
could still see the expression on his face. The pain there made her heart ache.
“I’ve seen hundreds—probably thousands—of sunsets. Somewhere along the way I
realized I’d probably see a thousand more. None of them bringing any peace or
relief from this dreary existence. None of them any different than the last.
Finally I quit watching them.”
    She ached to comfort him but didn’t know how. There were no
words she could say to make it right so she sat with him and let the quiet of
the garden envelop them.
    As Katie and Seamus sat in silence, enjoying the peace of
the evening, Katie noticed noises coming from the other side of the surrounding
trellis. She thought she heard two voices, male and female. What caught her
attention was the male voice ordering the person with him to strip.
    Startled and unsure she had heard correctly, she looked at
Seamus. Instead of being shocked or embarrassed, Seamus was watching her,
seemingly waiting to see what she would do.
    Katie pointed in the direction of the voice and mouthed,
“Did he really say that?”
    Seamus stood and glided to the part of the trellis that
separated them from the voice on the other side.
    “Come and see for yourself.”
    Katie’s jaw hinged open. There was no way she was going to
peek through the shrubbery. Especially if the couple on the other side had
taken their clothes off. She shook her head.
    “Lovely,” the unknown male voice said. “I love looking at
your breasts. If I had my way, you would never cover them.”
    Seamus shamelessly peered through the greenery.
    “Yes, my Lord,” the female said demurely.
    “Do you know what I love better than looking at your
breasts?” the male voice asked.
    “No, my Lord.”
    “I love looking at your pussy.”
    Seamus looked at Katie.
    She was thankful for the shadows so Seamus couldn’t see how
red she was probably turning. Katie gestured for Seamus to come closer, away
from the trellis, then pointed in the direction of the alcove exit. There were
private things happening on the other side of the trellis that shouldn’t be
disturbed.
    Seamus held out his hand. “You asked what I did to amuse
myself over the years.”
    Katie looked at the trellis then at Seamus, then back at the
trellis.
    “You amused yourself by watching people have sex?” she
whispered.
    “Sometimes.”
    “Seriously?” she asked quietly.
    Seamus lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug then turned back
to the couple on the other side.
    What was the fascination with watching other people? She
knew guys were easy to stimulate visually but watching another couple seemed
like an invasion of privacy.
    At the same time, she was intrigued.
    Seamus looked at her once again. Katie wondered if he had
read her mind when he held out his hand and beckoned her to his side.
    She took a deep breath then crossed the short distance to
where Seamus stood. Her body tingled where it brushed against his energy.
Seamus must have felt it too because he backed up to give her room.
    “All right. What’s the big deal?” she asked softly.
    “Take a quick look.” He pointed at a spot in the trellis
where the leaves were thin. “Just a brief look, then tell me what you saw.”
    After a fortifying breath, Katie centered her