Eve Bryson, ghost agent, assigned to work with Deputy Cascade, superhero cop.

Cascade rolls nice guy, handsome stud, and superhero into a tight package. What could a horny ghost of a girl do?

Before Eve suggests a ghost affair, they experience a first day on the job together. She soon learns that lust sometimes takes a side seat to saving lives.

A Ghost of a Chance story that expands the universe. Don’t miss this one if you enjoy the series. Or if you want to jump into the series for the first time.

 

 

 

A GREAT FIRST DAY

A Ghost of a Chance Story

 

 

ONE

 

 

Eve Bryson was dead. Deputy McCall Cascade was alive.

They had been assigned to work together. No one said anything about sex, but a girl could hope, couldn’t she? Especially when Cascade was a real superhero and more handsome than a Greek God.

For Eve, the training with the other Ghost of a Chance agents had gone great, and now she knew how to be inside another person, control that living person, teleport anywhere she wanted to go, and do a ton of other stuff that ghost agents could do.

With the help of a few other superheroes, including the famous Poker Boy and his girlfriend Patty, Eve had her own condo in the Pearl district. Patty said they were so rich they didn’t know what to do with all their money, so they could use it as a tax shelter.

Patty and Sherri, two superheroes, even helped Eve furnish her condo the way she wanted it so she had her own place, with dishes, a toilet seat without a lid, and everything.

The other ghost agents found it great that she was working with a superhero as a partner.

A live superhero.

Something very different.

As one of them said, she was doing something that had never been tried before in thousands and thousands of years.

It was going to be interesting to see how it worked out.

Up until a few weeks ago, she didn’t even know that any of this ghost and superhero world even existed. But she had to admit, being dead and being a ghost agent was a lot better than being alive and being with the worthless husband she had been stupid enough to marry. She didn’t miss him or her old crappy job at all.

And she really didn’t miss being alive in the slightest. This was much, much better.

And one of the very weird things about being dead was that the food tasted better. Everything around her seemed more alive as well, and from what one of the other ghost agents had hinted at, the sex was better too.

With other ghost agents.

But she was far, far more interested in having sex with Cascade. And he seemed to be interested in her as well. He stood six feet tall, had super-short brown hair, a chiseled chin, and a smile that could melt the paint off a freeway sign at a half-mile.

She had long brown hair, a sort of button nose that others found cute and she found sort of weird, and blue eyes, and she only came up to his chest in height. She could make him laugh and he liked that.

Since she had been inside his head, she knew he liked her, was attracted to her, wanted to be with her. They just hadn’t figured out the logistics of a relationship yet between live and ghost. If she had anything to say about it, they would.

It might take time. Both of them had all the time in the world. She was dead, he was basically immortal. Worked out perfectly.

Cascade’s boss in the superhero land had given him the power to see and hear her. And so all they had to do was be careful that he wasn’t seen talking to himself too much, since no one else could see her.

To solve that problem, he had gotten a thin microphone that extended from an earpiece. So if someone did see him talking, they would think he was just talking into his microphone.

The only other thing they had to be careful of was the dash camera when he made stops.

On her first full day back from training with the other ghost agents, she and Cascade had figured it would be a good idea for her to just ride along with him on a standard patrol.

She liked that idea. Neither of them was sure how this “working together” was going to work out, so a standard patrol day seemed like a logical place to start.

The patrol car smelled faintly of his soap combined with a leather smell from his belt and a computer smell from the equipment between the seats. She liked this car. It had been her refuge from the rain after her car wreck the first hour she was a ghost. She had sat naked in the back seat and Cascade hadn’t even known it.

When she told him later he said, “Bummer, sorry I missed that.”

Now she felt comfortable in the front seat beside him, sitting in her jeans and white blouse, her hair pulled back.

He was in his full uniform, blue with dark trim, with a wide-brimmed hat just behind him on the floor between the seats so he could grab it easily.

The Portland early July weather was still only in the 80s, with bright sun warming up the afternoon. They had started their patrol at seven in the morning and since there were no cameras or microphones in the car, they chatted about her training, about the few other ghost agents she had met, and so on.

Then a half-hour into the ride, he saw a speeder in a blue Ford sedan passing cars in a no-passing area.

“There’s an accident waiting to happen,” she said.

“Let’s see if we can stop it from happening,” he said, flipping on his lights and pulling out after the speeder.

At the same time, he tapped a button on his steering wheel and on the computer screen she could see he was connected to his dispatcher.

Through a shorthand form of talking that she really needed to learn, he gave their location and what he was after and where the speeder was heading.

Eve had never been in a car chasing another car before.

It felt weird.

And exhilarating.

It would have been scary, but nothing could hurt her. So instead she worried about Cascade.

The moment the blue Ford saw Cascade’s flashing lights, it signaled and pulled over, almost sliding to a stop in the gravel shoulder of the highway.

“Guy is in a hurry somewhere,” Eve said.

Cascade pulled in behind him, reporting their position.

“Give me a moment to check it out,” Eve said.

She went out through the door and up to the driver’s side. What she saw through the driver’s window shocked her for a moment.

The guy was a young man, sweating, and clearly scared, his eyes round and his breathing rushed. And slouched down in the passenger seat beside him was a very pregnant wife who was also sweating and shouting in pain. She looked to be about to pop a kid right onto the floor mat.

Eve waved for Cascade to hurry.

He jumped out of the patrol car, ran up beside Eve, took one look at the scene and said to the driver. “Stay on my bumper all the way.”

“Thank you, officer,” the young, soon-to-be-father said.

Cascade and Eve both ran back to the patrol car and with lights flashing, Cascade pulled out and the blue Ford did the same, staying right with Cascade as he drove and reported in what was happening, alerting the hospital to stand ready.

Six minutes later at the closest hospital, the blue Ford was met with a doctor, a couple nurses, and a stretcher. The almost-mother was rushed inside. From what Eve could tell, they made it with minutes to spare. That kid wanted to be born.

Cascade smiled at Eve as they climbed back into the cruiser. “Now that’s the kind of thing I wish would happen more often.”

“Nice way to start my first day on the job,” Eve said.

And it was.

She felt great.