A rotund waitress came by. She had thick glasses, a bulbous red nose, and seemed to lack a chin. I couldn’t look at her face too long without feeling nauseous, so I looked at her nametag: Nancy.
Nancy tossed two laminated menus across the table at us with a hint of contempt. I smiled uneasily at her, and she did not return the sentiment. She turned her attention to Dex.
He flashed her his sly joker smile.
“Good morning, Nancy. How are you on this gorgeous day?” Once again it was spoken with utmost sincerity.
Nancy looked at him suspiciously. “Tilly’s big plate breakfast is on special today. Want coffee?”
“We both do, yes, please,” Dex said, not even bothering to see if I agreed. I guess he knew that much about me so far. I knew he could sing. He knew I liked coffee. We were like old pals.
Nancy left without acknowledging the order.
Dex looked down at the menu and wiggled his brows. “I think she likes me.”
“You would think that,” I said somewhat viciously. I couldn’t help myself.
Dex put the menu down and looked up at me with a strange look in his eyes. “Are you OK?”
He made me uncomfortable. I regretted saying anything and fidgeted in my seat. I turned my attention to the menu.
“I’m fine.”
“Don’t shit a bullshitter,” he said angrily.
Now, it was my time to be surprised. His eyes looked almost venomous. I was even more uncomfortable now.
Thankfully, Nancy chose that moment to come by and slam two cups of coffee on the table, the dark drops spilling over the edges. “Well?” She looked at us, cocking her brow.
“We’ll both have the special,” Dex said, without taking his contemptuous eyes off of my face. I looked up at Nancy and gave her an apologetic look, but she took no notice. Merely sighed and snatched the menus up off the table.
I didn’t even want the big plate special, or whatever it was, but something told me it wasn’t a good time to bring that up. I sucked on my lower lip and gradually brought my eyes to meet his again.
“Remember when you told me I should let you know when you’re creeping me out?” I reminded him. “This is one of those times.”
He held my gaze for a few seconds more before leaning back in the booth and running his hand through his hair. “This is also the time you tell me what happened to you last night.”
Ah. A light went on in my head. Now I knew one thing that made Dex tick—when he didn’t know something. No wonder he was so intent on trying to read my thoughts. If he didn’t know everything that was going on, it drove him nuts. He must be one of those boyfriends who constantly ask you what you’re thinking. It probably drove his girlfriend up the wall.
“OK, then. I’ll tell you from start to finish. Just keep an open mind, refrain from thinking I am crazy or delusional, though I may very well be, and don’t say anything until I am done.”
His dark eyes lightened up a smidge. “I promise.”
I sighed, took a long gulp of the terrible black coffee for strength, and told Dex everything, starting with my dreams, what I made up on the beach, about what Uncle Al told me, and what I saw last night. When I was done, the platters arrived on our table and I was suddenly ravenous from talking excitedly for so long.
I shoved a greasy slice of Canadian bacon into my mouth and said, “And now you know everything that I know. Which is nothing. Happy?”
Dex had stayed true to his word and remained quiet and attentive during the whole spiel. Even now he wasn’t saying anything. He just pursed his lips until he resembled a sexy duck before digging into his breakfast. I tried not to watch him eat, even though I could see from the furrow between his brows that he was deep in thought, trying to make sense of what I told him.
We ate in silence. The longer he went without saying anything, the more torn up I felt inside. Did he believe me? Did he think I was mental? Because if there was anyone at this table who was mental, I knew it wasn’t me. That said, I did have a dead man trying to hand me an oil lamp last night.
“You actually believe all that?” he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked slowly. “Of course. It happened. I don’t know how else to explain it but that’s what happened.”
I looked at him closer; my mouth dropped a little bit. Was he doubting this whole thing?
“You think I’m making all of this up? This was your idea.”
He laughed. “Come on, Perry. We didn’t really find anything the first time we were out here. I wouldn’t blame you for trying to make a mountain out of a molehill.”
I could barely form thoughts, let alone speak at his assumptions. “You think I’m faking it?”
“I think you see what you want to see,” he said, and shoveled an entire pancake into his mouth. I was too livid to even consider how gross that was.
I couldn’t help but reach across the table and grab his forearm. I squeezed it. Hard. He looked up at me, pancake frozen inside his wide yap.
“Dex,” I said, with as much intensity and seriousness that I could muster. “I’m not lying. I don’t care about any of this. You found me. In the end, you found me. I’m just telling you the truth. You think that lighthouse is haunted, you’re looking for all the proof, but I’m telling you now that I know it is. It is.”
He searched my face, while slowly chewing the pancake until it was gone. I didn’t know what he thought, but there was nothing more I could do at this point.
“Look,” I finally said. “I’ll prove it. Let’s go there right now. Hell, let’s go tonight. We can drive back to Portland after. I need to show you. I need you to believe me.”
He shook his head. “No can do, kiddo. I’ve got to get back tonight.”
“Why? What do you have to do? Is your girlfriend so paranoid that she won’t let you out of her sight for the weekend?”
He was taken aback at that and managed to laugh. “My girlfriend? Jenn doesn’t give two shits if I’m there or not.”
That was news to me. I tried to not let that show.
“No,” he continued, “I’m just done with it. I don’t think I should get any deeper into this whole thing. I’ve got enough footage and, with your permission, I could combine it with what you shot last week.”
“What if I say no?” I countered, arms crossed.