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Meet-Cute: Miranda and Alec (From “Haunted by Love”)
by M.M. Genet
Alec’s death is an unsolved mystery. Miranda has made sure, despite her crippling grief and un-mending heart, that the case remains open in the two years since he died. During that time, she’s sought help through grief counseling and prescription drugs. Nothing’s worked. Her broken heart has refused to heal and Alec’s ghost still haunts her mentally and physically. If it weren’t for Flick, their lovable, intuitive cat, Miranda might have given up in those first few terrible months after Alec’s death.
Unable to move on with her life, Miranda’s therapist suggests an experimental drug in its early clinical trials on humans. Miranda can hear Alec in her head more and more. She sees his ghost walking through their apartment. She can’t stop thinking about him and it’s ruining her career and her life. Desperate to leave his haunting love behind, she agrees to become a test patient.
Returning home after the first treatment, she never could have imagined she would see the love of her life again. When Miranda sees Alec, in the flesh, for the first time since that fateful night that took him from her, she isn’t sure what to do. Here is an excerpt of their first meeting and reunion in my short story, “Haunted by Love,” to be released in all digital formats in March.
“It’s about time you got here” bounded a cheerful voice. His arms wrapped around the small of her back before she could stumble backwards in surprise. His lips were on hers and she looked up at him in shock. His kiss was soft and warm just like she remember it. Her heart pounded so hard she couldn’t catch her breath. She felt her knees begin to buckle.
He caught her with one arm and pulled her tightly into his embrace. Fighting for air, for space, and for reality, she pushed him back in disbelief, holding him at arms length. As she freed herself, she fell to the floor. She stared back at his impossible face as she gasped for oxygen. He smiled back at her, beaming with happiness.
“Flick!” she screamed, as she ran away from the stranger who looked, smelled and kissed just like her husband. Flick was sleeping on top of the woolen blanket on the couch. She picked him up and she ran back to the front door. “Flick, can you see him?” Miranda sat the cat on the floor. The cat yawned as he made his way to the man in the doorway and rubbed against his legs. Miranda quietly gasped. “Flick you stupid cat, what are you doing?” she whispered. Tears streamed down her face as she dared herself to look at the man in her foyer. “Alec?” she whimpered. She began to shake with cold and shock. “What’s happening to me?”
Unable to resist the mad impossibility standing in front of her, she pressed her fingers into his solid chest and his muscular, upper arms. She ran her fingers through his hair and cupped his face in her hands. He leaned in and this time she didn’t pull away. She kissed him as if he been away for a million years and she never wanted him to leave again. The kiss was delicate at first but grew deeper. She wrapped her arms as tight as she could around his neck and shoulders. His hands cupped the pockets of her jeans. He lifted her up and pushed her wanting body against the wall, supported by his arms and waist. She wrapped her legs around his middle. Breathless the two stayed entwined until their muscles screamed for relief. Reluctantly, they pulled apart.
“Did that feel real enough for you?” asked Alec, his eyes taking in her heaving chest.
She shook her head in disbelief. ”But how?” She searched for a way to make any sense of it. The only answer was pure insanity on her part.
“I don’t know how and I don’t care,” Alec smiled. His voice cracked with an overflow of emotion. Without hesitation or further analysis, he scooped Miranda up into his arms, and carried her up the flight of stairs to their loft bed.