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saved me the uncomfortable ride home and the cold shower.
She grinned.  If I recall, I didn t make you wait too much longer
after that night.
 No, you didn t, and for that I am forever grateful. He placed his
palm over his heart and made a low bow of gratitude. He
straightened and met her smile with his own. God, she was so
beautiful. The impulse to reach out and touch her was such a
tangible urge that he made a move toward her. He looked into
her eyes as if he saw something new in her that he hadn t realized
before.  I need the illusion that I can still hold you.
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Surprise crossed her face. Did his words echo her thoughts? She
stepped toward him as he opened his arms to her. The electricity
of her touch shocked him, but he didn t shy away.
 Ah, Travis. To feel like I m gathered against a warm pulsing
body is divine. I can feel your heat down to the tips of my toes,
she murmured,  and your heart hammering against my chest.
He cleared his throat, determined not be affected by her words,
for he could only sense the projection of her, and he wanted so
much more. Unbidden memories of their lovemaking teased him,
and the involuntary tremors of arousal began. She d left a
burning imprint on him that would forever haunt him. He held
tighter, trying to feel more of her, yet knowing he couldn t.
Against his resolve to stay strong, tears filled his eyes. She would
leave him again, but this time it would be forever. The
inexplicable feeling of emptiness choked his heart. Never again
would he be able to talk to her, see her, or touch her.
He lifted his hands up to cup her face. When he bent his head,
she met his lips halfway. A blaze of liquid fire seared through
him, a golden wave of passion and love. He let it flow between
them, this wondrous sensation so like a tangible bond.
He moved his mouth to the side, taking a breath, then he kissed
her a final time before he stepped back.  You have to let go,
Brynna. He didn t want her to be a spirit that lingered between
life and death.  You have to go on, sweetheart. Jake is waiting for
his mommy. His voice broke miserably, his sorrow of losing her
a painful knot inside, but he had to let her go.
* * * *
 Jake. A flash of grief weighed down on her. She loved him, her
little boy who had so little time to live. Life was so precious, so
fleeting, and she had let hers slip away without a fight.
 Brynna.
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She looked at Travis and saw the tears shamelessly lining his
cheeks. She loved this man, too. With her entire being. How
could she let him go? Say goodbye? No, she wasn t strong
enough. She wanted needed him forever. How to make him
understand in what little time she had left.  I don t want to leave
you.
 I know. His attempt to smile failed miserably.
 Be happy and live a long life. Then she realized something that
tickled her to no end and chuckled.  All my life I ve wanted to
capture a ghost on film and I have. Isn t it ironic that I am the
spirit? The humor of her situation suddenly vanished, to be
replaced by the feeling of something pulling at her. The same
sensation she d had in the dressing room, only this time she
wasn t afraid. She had no urge to resist. Death. Although not
wanting to leave Travis, she would be with Jake. Their son was a
part of them both, so in a way she d still have a part of Travis
with her. Forever.
Her eyes locked with his, wanting his loving gaze to be the last
thing she saw before she faded away.
Travis watched her closely.  Do you notice a change in me? She
looked down at her hand.  I m flickering like a light about to go
out?
Travis stood there, strong for her, but the slight pulsing at the
side of his jaw betrayed him. He d hold onto her if he could.
 I have to go, she whispered.
 I know.
 And I ll miss you forever, Travis.
 As I will miss you. His voice choked in his throat.
She extended her arm, as though to touch him.
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And disappeared.
* * * *
Travis barely made it to his seat before his legs gave away. He hid
his face behind his hands, unable to suppress his grief. The
doctors had explained to him that there was nothing physically
wrong with Brynna, but the longer she remained in the self-
induced coma the more likely it would be that she wouldn t
recover. His mind accepted all this, he d been warned of the
inevitable, but his heart wasn t prepared to let her go. With every
breath she took, there had been a chance. A chance she would
wake up, that they would have an opportunity to find their way
back to each other.
He clenched his fists painfully, until his knuckles turned white.
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