Heaven Help Me, Or Hell Have Me (Heaven Help Me #1) Read Online Free

arm.
“Don’t I see who ?”
    “ Umm... Him ,” I say, jerking my chin at the TV, extracting my nails from
her skin.
    “ George Mathus? The
weather guy?”
    I glance and see Mr.
Shimmery staring at me. What...? A ghost? And then I’m thinking
it’s wise to not piss off a ghost, so I say, “Yup, George. That’s
who was I was talking about.”
    “ What about
him?”
    So I say the first thing
that pops into my head. “Isn’t he hot?” And then I mentally cringe.
Gag. But hey, nobody ever accused me of being quick on my
feet.
    Cici is speechless. Even
the ghost is looking at me like I’m nuts. And maybe I am. I mean,
who the hell sees ghosts? Okay, well, besides Haley Joel
Osment. I see dead people. I snort at the thought. Yeeeah...I just did that
out loud, didn’t I? I cringe again, this time with my whole
body.
    I take a sip of wine,
casual-like. “Yeah, maybe he isn’t so hot. My bad.”
    She gives me a funny look,
but before she can say anything, the world news comes on and
effectively gets me off the hook. Thank Heaven! Alright, that’s
one... I glance at the spook, and he’s looking just as confused as
I am.
    And then I groan. He’s the other shoe! A
freakin’ ghost. Are you kidding me? And how did I get a ghost? And
better yet, how do I get rid of one?
    “ You okay? You
groaned.”
    “ Yup. Just had a thought,
is all.”
    “ And
what’s that?” Her eyes are glued to the TV, but Cici is a master
multi-tasker if I ever saw one. She could follow ten conversations
at once. Okay, so that might be an exaggeration. Nine, then.
    “ I was just wondering if
anyone died in the building.” I dig my iPhone out of my pocket, my
one truly cherished possession.
    Cici glances at me, then away. “What
are you doing?”
    “ Looking it
up.”
    Her eyes snap back to me,
and I want to cringe under the weight of her stare. And I
just know she’s
going to make an excellent mother one day. “You’re checking to see
if someone died in your apartment building? Right now, you’re
looking it up.”
    Realizing this isn’t
exactly normal behavior, I blow it off with an extremely valid excuse.
“Sometimes a girl just needs to know these things.” I added a
shrug, ya know, to show it was no big deal and stuff like this
happens all the time.
    She looks at me like I’m
nuts. Okay, so maybe I could’ve come up with something better. But
really—what could I say?
    I try to do a search on my
phone, but my eyes keep darting to Mr. Ghosty and I see he’s paying
more and more attention to me, too. That can’t be a good
sign.
    And then he gets close
enough to wave his hand in front of my face. And oh-my-God does he
smell good. Like I-wanna-climb-him-to-get-a-better-sniff good.
Sandalwood and wilderness, fresh cotton and the mountain air. Who
knew ghosts smelled so good? Um, okay, so who knew ghosts existed
in the first place? But even though he smells good, doesn’t mean I
want his hand flopping around in my face. I feel like I’m going
through the Twilight Zone with his fingers darting through my
vision, only catching snippets of the TV in the space between his
digits.
    Since I can’t tell him to
stop waving his ghosty hand at me, I shoo at him like a fly. Only,
instead of my hand passing through his, I smack right into him. I
looked right at him with wide eyes. I couldn’t help it! I just
smacked a ghost for crying out loud ! Hell yeah, I’m
gonna look at him.

    He jumps back like I just
bit him. And now that I’m really looking, like full-on looking, get
a load of that body—white cotton tee hugging ripped contours, and
soft worn jeans hugging muscled legs. Hot damn, I sooo could bite him. Yummy. I
chin-check for drool as my eyes drag up. Broad shoulders, strong
jaw, prominent cheekbones, blazing green eyes, dark wavy hair. Then
the skin bunches up between his eyes like he’s mad.
    Oops! Pissed off ghost
alert. And my eyes shoot forward.
    “ You
can see me?” His voice is smooth and strong and deep, and