Disclaimer: I don't own nor make any profit from the use of "Ghost Whisperer" or its characters. But I do miss them dearly. JLove love for life!
A/N: Making good on a profile promise…gonna let you know now that this story will be on a slow-burning back burner for the time being. Not that anyone will be reading it anyway…
Her Own Unspeakable Secret
Part One
Andrea Marino had had it all: the cushy New York lawyer job, the fabulous social life, the much-coveted Manhattan apartment. But now, manning the desk at "The Same as it Never Was", the young woman was truly happy. She showed this happiness by letting out a sigh and sinking herself further onto the counter, resting her body on her elbows. The shop was currently empty and Andrea took a moment to look around and appreciate the business she co-partnered.
Melinda was out getting them their mid-morning coffee, which really meant that her best friend would be back in about half an hour after stopping off to see Jim at the station and then heading to "Village Java" to pick up her machiatto. It didn't bother Andrea much that Melinda would be such delayed; she enjoyed these quiet times she had with just her and the inventory. It gave her time to reflect on her life decisions. And practice her most recent hobby-obsession: Latin.
"Cogito ergo sum…bibo ergo sum, is more like it!" Andrea announced to the emptiness, raising an invisible wine glass in honor. So consumed with her linguistics lesson, the young woman failed to pick up on the sudden entrance of a prospective client …
"I drink, therefore I am. A woman after my own heart!" The person who spoke such truths made her presence known by standing in front of Andrea, a wry smile splayed easily upon her attractive face. This new, potential customer was maybe thirty, short (which meant in Andrea-reasoning, under six feet), and had long, black hair that surely made every woman who came in contact with her absolutely jealous. Instead of putting Andrea at ease, the smile emanating from the only other occupant of the shop made it hard for the proprietor to catch her breath. That's strange, Andrea thought.
"I'm guessing you know a little Latin?" The taller woman asked curiously.
"I hope a little more than a little. I'm the newest professor of the dead language over at Rockland U." The woman's smile continued, and the unsettling feeling grew within Andrea's body. Come to think of it, maybe it wasn't as off-putting as Andrea first believed it to be. Maybe this was what people referred to as butterflies. "I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm Madeleine Kline, but you can call me Maddy," the shorter woman extended a hand in greeting. When Andrea shook it, she immediately felt the slightest undercurrent of electricity pass through the connection. Was she going crazy? The first thought that passed through Andrea's mind was that she'd been exposed to supernatural occurrences on so many instances that they had finally rubbed off. This woman, Maddy, must be linked to the paranormal. What else could explain the acceleration of Andrea's heart rate or the flush fighting its way to her cheeks?
Most definitely mystics at play…or was it something the tall beauty hadn't had the pleasure to experience in the longest of times? Could it be? Maybe it was…attraction.
~TBC~
