Immortally Yours by Ashlyn Chase Page A

What part of New York did you live in?”
    “It was later. We moved west looking for gold. My poor
Chester never made it to California.”
    “So did you marry again?”
    “Yes. Just once more. He died too, but not until his
sixties.”
    “So they all died before they suspected?”
    “No, I think my third husband suspected but I didn’t dare
tell him. He was all about facts and logic. I’m sure he would have thought I
was crazy. You’re lucky you found Dr. Brayer. I doubt a handful of doctors in
this country would have believed you.”
    “Yes, I know how lucky I am.” Lizette smiled at her handsome
lover. “But how rare is it to find someone who not only believes you, but is
okay with it?”
    Vera nodded. “Rare indeed. Like I said, you’re very lucky.”
She gave her a look Lizette could only interpret as jealousy and rose to leave
the room, closing the door behind her.
    “Well, I guess I’d better go too if you’re expecting a
patient soon.”
    Colin said, “Wait. I have something to give you.”
    “Haven’t you given me enough?” she exclaimed.
    He chuckled. “This costs nothing.”
    He crossed to her, pulled her up off the couch and kissed
her passionately.
    Lizette had to catch her breath when he finally stepped
back, breaking the kiss.
    “Oh. Well, that’s something you can give me any time.”
    “Good,” he said. “Did talking with Vera help?”
    “I suppose so. A little bit. At least I know I’m not the
only one.”
    “And that you can have relationships without disappearing.
The days of witch hunts are over, love.”
    They smiled at each other and Lizette placed a quick kiss on
his cheek. She sighed and left his office.
    On the way home, Lizette couldn’t stop ruminating, Maybe
there’s hope, like he said. She was excited to get started with her new,
meaningful, possibly lucrative hobby and life.
    She had to figure out how to use all of her equipment and
since the guy at the pawn shop had been nice enough to offer to teach her, she
figured she might as well take him up on it. Maybe she could impress
Colin by learning something on her own.
    It would be wonderful to give him a photograph in return for
all he had given her. But it had to be a surprise. His birthday was coming up
and if she knew what to do, she could give him a framed picture as a gift.

Chapter Seven
    Common sense isn’t so common anymore.
    Dawn Montgomery
     
    Lizette had buzzed in her visitor and opened the door to her
apartment. Hank Peterson from the pawnshop stood there holding a gigantic
light, a large tripod and something else under his arm.
    “Come in. What’s all this stuff?”
    “I come bearing gifts,” he said and grinned. A couple of
teeth were missing. She couldn’t help wondering what happened. He had a rough,
ruddy face that made it look like he either neglected or abused his body.
    “I see. What sort of gifts? They look expensive.”
    “Not really. Remember, I get the best deals.” He set down
the lamp and tripod on the couch, then set the bag on the table. It looked like
a black canvas briefcase. “I found a laptop you might like if you’re away from
home taking pictures and want to download them right away.”
    “Oh, that sounds wonderful. Only I have no idea how to do
that.”
    “I’ll show you. But you won’t be able to use the internet
unless there’s a place that has Wi-Fi, like a hotel.” He waggled his eyebrows.
    She knew he was he coming on to her but pretended not to
notice. “Why Fie?”
    “That’s tech talk for a wireless connection.”
    “And I thought English was a hard language to learn.”
    Hank cocked his head. “How much do you know about
computers?”
    “Nothing.” She laughed. “Absolutely nothing. Colin set up
all the equipment in my bedroom, but he didn’t have time to show me how to use
it.”
    Hank shot her another wolfish grin. “Well, then. It’s a good
thing I’m here.” He opened the laptop and took a cord out of the bag. After
plugging it in, he