“I don’t think you should go in there either,” he said.
Aggie straightened her spine, wondering when it had become a yellow wet noodle, and strode across the hall to the door with as much confidence as she could muster. “I’m going in.”
When she was about to cross the threshold, the door slammed in her face. Aggie’s breath caught in her throat.
She glanced at Jace, who was looking around as if completely lost.
“How did I get here?” he asked.
“You walked. I need to find a bathroom,” Aggie said. “I suddenly need to go really bad.” And she wanted to get away from that nursery as soon as possible. Part of her wanted to get away from Jace as soon as possible.
“We shouldn’t leave the tour,” Jace said.
“Do you want me to piss my pants?”
“Maybe.” He grinned his usual adorable grin.
She hugged him against her tightly, relief settling over her. “You’re you.”
“Who else would I be?”
“Something weird is going on here.”
“I’ll say,” he said. He squeezed her even harder than she was squeezing him and then took a deep breath before releasing his hold. “Let’s find you a bathroom.”
Aggie nodded gratefully. Ghosts didn’t haunt toilets, did they? Hopefully they only did so in Harry Potter novels.
Chapter Four
Jace gazed out a window while he waited for Aggie to come out of the bathroom. There was something about this place that soothed him. A strange connection. He almost felt like he’d been here before. At the same time he felt unsettled, as if he was supposed to be doing something, but couldn’t remember what it was.
He caught a spot of color out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to see an elegant woman dressed in a green gown from the Tudor period. She stood directly beside Jace staring out the window next to his. Her face was flawless and a translucent white. He had the strangest feeling that even though she was standing right beside him, she wasn’t actually there. The hairs on his arm stood on end.
“Hello?” he said.
She didn’t acknowledge his presence. There were no sounds coming from her. Not the sound of breathing or the rustle of clothing. Dead silence. He took a step back, and she turned her head and smiled at him with recognition. Thomas. Her mouth didn’t move, but he heard her voice in his head. I’ve waited so long, my love. So long.
“Jace, there you are,” Aggie called to him.
Jace started and turned his head reflexively in Aggie’s direction. By the time he turned back to the woman in green, she’d vanished.
“Where did she go?” Jace asked, peering down the hallway in both directions.
“Who?”
“The woman at the window.”
Aggie craned her neck to look behind him and then met his eyes warily.
“There was no one here but you when I came out of the bathroom.”
“But she was right there when you called my name,” Jace said, indicating the empty space beside him with a wave.
“I didn’t see her,” Aggie said.
He closed his eyes. First he had blacked out for several minutes and now he was seeing and hearing things.
“Are you okay? You look a little pale.”
He also had cold sweat trickling down his spine, but no explanation for who the woman was or where she’d gone or why he’d heard her voice in his head.
“I’m not sure. I should probably sit down for a second.”
“Maybe we should just leave.”
“No,” he said hastily. He didn’t want to leave. The very idea filled him with sorrow.
Aggie wrapped him in her arms. “I’m worried about you.”
I’m worried about me too, he thought, but he didn’t say it. He did welcome her embrace though, until the tour guide and a dozen or so people came out of a library.
“Civil ceremonies are sometimes performed in the library, but most weddings are performed in St. Mary’s Chapel,” the guide said. Her eyes landed on Jace. “There you are. We thought we’d lost you. Please keep up with the rest of the group; we’re heading outdoors now. You missed much of the special tour.”
Jace nodded slightly, thinking he’d had enough of the special tour, thank you very much, and loosened his grip on Aggie. He hadn’t realized he’d been hugging her so tightly.
“We could skip out now,” Aggie whispered in his ear. “I’ll drive the rest of the way to the festival if you’re not up to it.” She leaned back and patted his chest. “Just be sure to wear your seat belt. No guarantees I’ll get us there in one piece.”
“I’m okay,” he assured her. “I’d like to see the grounds before we go.” It was as if something was tugging him to follow the group.
“You do look like you could use some fresh air.”
“I’m fine,” he said and pulled her questing hand from his forehead. Did he look like he was about to take his last breath or what?
They followed the group, keeping the others within sight, but didn’t mingle with the crowd. The guide was giving details on hedges and other plants. Jace was content to look at them without knowing their names or what year they’d been planted. Hand in hand, he and Aggie rounded a corner, and Aggie stopped dead in her tracks.
Eyes wide, she covered her mouth with one hand, and her eyes filled with tears. “It’s beautiful!” she squealed in the most girly display of excitement Jace had ever witnessed out of the woman.
He followed her gaze across the expanse of colorful gardens, symmetrical walkways, and perfectly shaped hedges to the notched roofline of a church.