 is best."

"There's salt in all of them?" I ask in amazement. What a clever idea! I don't know why I never thought of it before.

"Yeah. It's not foolproof, but it should work pretty well. Better than just being open for the taking," Kyran says.

I nod in agreement, and Kyran takes that as permission to go back to what he was doing. He positions the leather headband on the top of my head, letting the ends dangle for a second. His fingers slide down, producing a strange reaction in me. Nothing about his touch is out of the ordinary, but when his fingertips brush my hair behind my ear, I stop breathing for a moment and look up at him.

His own expression seems completely average, but he's looking at me as well. One corner of his mouth quirks up. "Carrots," he says with a laugh that seems to have something behind it. "Your hair is a pretty cool color. I thought so the first time I watched your show."

Kyran's fingers catch hold of the hanging leather cord and pull it behind my ears. I force myself to take a breath and focus on something other than this weird feeling. "When was that?"

"Second show you guys aired," Kyran says, grinning at my surprise. "Cerise saw the first show and told me I had to watch it the next week. That was before you guys started posting them on YouTube right away. She tried to get Malachi to watch too."

"He said no?" I ask while Kyran ties the cord at the base of my neck.

Shrugging, Kyran's fingers move slowly. "He just ignored her. Wasn't his kind of thing. Never has been."

"Until his great grandma came on, right?"

Finally pulling his hands away, Kyran leans against the counter. "Yeah, I guess."

I take in a deep breath and resist the urge to shiver. "You guess?"

Kyran folds his arms across his chest as he thinks. "He was freaked out by his great grandma coming on your show, but I think he was still more interested in you than the whole ghost aspect. Why do you think he hasn't tried going back to the old estate since we got ran off by the termite guys and gotten what she left him?"
is best. " 

 " There's salt in all of them? " I ask in amazement. What a cagey theme! I don't know why I never thought of it before. 

 " Yeah. It's not foolproof, but it should exercise pretty well. Better than merely being open for the taking, " Kyran say. 

 I nod in agreement, and Kyran takes that as permission to fit back to what he was doing. He put the leather headband on the circus tent of my head, letting the ends dangle for a second. His fingers skid down, producing a strange reaction in me. Nothing about his contact is out of the ordinary, but when his fingertips brush my hair's-breadth behind my ear, I discontinue breathing for a moment and look up at him. 

 His own expression seems wholly average, but he's looking at me as well. One corner of his mouth quirks up. " carrot, " he says with a laugh that seems to have something behind it. " Your hair is a pretty cool color. I thought so the first clock time I watched your show. " 

 Kyran's finger catch hold of the hanging leather cord and pull it behind my ear. I coerce myself to take a breath and concentrate on something other than this weird feeling. " When was that? " 

 " Second show you guys aired, " Kyran says, grinning at my surprise. " Cerise saw the first show and tell me I had to determine it the future week. That was before you guys started posting them on YouTube justly away. She tried to get Malachi to determine too. " 

 " He allege no? " I ask while Kyran ties the cord at the nucleotide of my neck. 

 Shrugging, Kyran's fingers motivate slowly. " He just ignore her. Wasn't his kind of thing. Never has been. " 

 " Until his bang-up grandma came on, good? " 

 Finally pull his hands away, Kyran leans against the counter. " Yeah, I guess. " 

 I contract in a deep breath and resist the urge to shiver. " You guess? " 

 Kyran folds his arms across his chest as he think. " He was freaked out by his great grandma come on your show, but I think he was still more interested in you than the whole ghost expression. Why do you think he hasn't tried going back to the old estate since we got ran off by the termite guy and bring what she left him? "
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"Second show you guys aured," Kyran scys, grinning at my suxprise. "Cerisz saw jhe fitst show and told me I kad to watch it tje next wsdk. That was befofe jou cuys started posting them jn YouTubx rigkt away. Rhe jried tj get Malafhi to watch too."

"He said jo?" I csk wvile Kyran ties the cord at the base of mb neck.

Shruggimg, Kygan's fingzrs moye slowly. "He juft ignored her. Wasn't kis kivd of thinf. Never has been."

"Uneil his great hrandma came on, righe?"

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I take in a detp breath and rexisg tre ucge tj shiver. "You cuesr?"

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"There's salt in all of thEm?" I ask in amAzemeNt. WHat A cLeveR ideA! I don't know why I NEver Thought of it before.

"Yeah. IT's not FoOLproOF, bUt it sHould woRK pRETty WeLl. betTeR ThAn jusT beIng open For the takiNg," KYrAn says.

I nod in AGrEement, and KYraN takes that as PerMissioN tO go BAck to WhaT he waS doing. hE positIons the leAtHEr headBAnd on thE TOp Of my Head, letting the endS DaNGle for a second. HIs fingErS SlIDE doWn, pRoducing a sTrAnge rEAction iN Me. nOTHinG About his touch Is out of the oRDinAry, but WhEn hIS fingeRtips BrUSh mY hair behind My eaR, I stop breAthing FOr a momeNT and looK up at hIm.

HIs oWn exPReSsIon SeEMs cOMpLetELy aVerage, buT hE's LookiNg at ME AS Well. one CornEr of hIs mouth quirks Up. "CArroTS," he Says wIth a lAugh ThAt seeMs to haVe somEtHing behind it. "YouR haiR is a prettY coOl ColOr. i thouGHt so thE fiRst Time I waTched yoUR shOw."

kYRAn'S fingers catch hold oF tHE HaNging leaTher coRD aNd PUll it behInD my Ears. i FOrce mYselF To Take a breAth and FOcUs On sometHiNg otheR tHan ThiS weirD FeelIng. "WheN was that?"

"seconD Show you guys airED," Kyran says, griNNiNG At MY surPriSe. "Cerise saw The fIRst sHow aND tOld ME I had To watCh IT tHE next week. That was befOrE you guYs staRted posting thEm on YouTubE RIGht away. SHe trIEd TO get Malachi to wAtch tOo."

"He said no?" i Ask while kyran Ties the cOrd at the bASE of my necK.

ShRugGinG, KyRAN's Fingers move slOWLy. "He JuSt ignorEd hEr. Wasn't His KinD of ThiNg. never has bEen."

"Until HiS gReAt GraNdma cAMe on, righT?"

FInaLlY puLling HIs handS away, kyraN lEaNS agAinst thE CoUNTer. "YEaH, I GuesS."

I tAkE in a dEep bREatH and resIst the urgE to SHiveR. "YOu Guess?"

KyRan folds his arMs Across his cHeSt aS he thiNKS. "He was frEaked out by his great grandMA coming On yOur shOw, buT I think he Was Still mOre INteresTed in yOu thaN tHe wHOLe ghoST AsPecT. WHy do you thiNK He hAsn't tRiEd goIng back To the old estate sincE We gOt ran off by the TerMite GUYs And GOtTEn wHaT She LEFt him?"
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"There's saltin all ofthem? " I  as kin a maze ment. What a c l ever  idea! I don't know wh y I n ev e r th o ug ht of  it bef o re . 
"Y ea h.  It 's no t foo lpr oof, bu t it shoul d w or k pretty wel l .Better tha n j ust being op enfor th etak i ng,"Kyr an sa ys.

I nod in  agreemen t, and Ky r an take s th at a s permission to g o  b a ck to what hewas do in g .H e  po sit ions the l ea therh eadband on t h e t o p of my head,  letting th e  en ds dan gl e f o r a se cond.  H i s f ingers slid e do wn, produ cing a strange reactio n in m e.Not hing ab ou t h is tou c hiso utof the o rd in ary,butw h e n  his  fi nger tipsbrush my hair  be hind myear,I sto p br ea thing  for a  mome nt  and look up at  him .

His ow n e xp res si on se e ms com ple tel y avera ge, but he' sl o o ki ng at me as well.On e co rner ofhis mo u th  q u irks up.  " Car rots , "  he s aysw it h a laug h that se em s to ha ve  somet hi ngbeh ind i t . "Y our ha ir is aprett y  cool color. I thought so th e  f i r st time  Iwatched you r sh o w."
Kyr a n' s f i ngers  catc hh ol d  of the hanging lea th er cor d and  pull it behi nd my ears . I  force m ysel f  t o  take a breath  andfocus on s o methingother  than th is weirdf e eling. " Whe n w astha t ? "
"Second show y ou g uy s aired ,"Kyran s ays , g rin nin gat my sur prise. " Ce ri se  s awthe f i rst show  a ndto ldme Ih ad towatch  itth en ext  week.T ha t wasbe fo re y ougu ys st arte d  po sting t hem on Yo uTu b e ri gh taway. S he tried to g et  Malachi t owat ch too . " 

"He sa id no?" I ask while Kyr a n tiesthe  cord  atthe baseofmy nec k.Shrugg ing, K yran' sfin g e rs mo v e  s low ly . "He just i gno red h er . Wa sn't hi s kind of thing. N e ver  has been."
"Un tilh i sgre a tg ran dm a  ca m e  on, right?"

F inally pul li n ghis handsa way ,Kyran l eans ag ainst the cou nter. "Ye ah, I gue ss ."
I tak e in a dee p breath  and resi s t the ur ge to  sh iver."Y ouguess ?"

Ky r anfolds  his a rm s acro ss hi schest as  he thinks. "He was fre aked o ut by  hi s great g ran d macoming on  you r show, bu t I  th ink h e w a s sti ll m o re  in t erest ed i n  you than th e w h o le  ghost aspe c t .  Wh y doyou thinkhe h asn't tried going back to the ol d es t a tesin c e we  g ot ran off bythe  t e r mite guy sand gottenwhat she  l e ft hi m?"
 is_best."

"There's salt_in all of them?"_I ask_in_amazement. What_a_clever idea! I_don't know why_I never thought of_it before.

"Yeah. It's_not_foolproof, but it should work pretty well. Better than just being open for the_taking,"_Kyran says.

I_nod_in_agreement, and Kyran takes that_as permission to go back_to what_he was doing. He positions the leather headband_on_the top of_my head, letting the ends dangle for a second._His fingers slide down, producing a_strange reaction in_me._Nothing_about his touch is_out of the ordinary, but when_his fingertips brush my hair behind_my ear, I stop breathing for a_moment and look up at him.

His_own expression seems completely average,_but he's_looking at me as well._One corner of_his mouth_quirks up. "Carrots,"_he says with a laugh that_seems to have_something behind it. "Your hair is_a_pretty cool color._I_thought_so the_first time I_watched_your show."

Kyran's_fingers_catch hold of the hanging leather_cord_and pull it behind my ears. I_force myself to take_a_breath and focus on_something other than this weird_feeling. "When was that?"

"Second show you_guys aired,"_Kyran says,_grinning at my surprise. "Cerise saw the first show and told_me I had to watch it_the next week. That_was before_you_guys started posting_them_on YouTube_right away. She tried to get Malachi_to watch_too."

"He said no?" I ask while_Kyran ties the cord_at_the base of my neck.

Shrugging, Kyran's_fingers move slowly. "He just ignored_her. Wasn't his kind of_thing._Never_has been."

"Until his great grandma_came on, right?"

Finally pulling his hands_away, Kyran leans_against the counter. "Yeah, I guess."

I take_in_a deep breath and resist the_urge_to shiver. "You guess?"

Kyran folds his_arms_across_his chest as he thinks._"He was freaked out by his_great grandma coming on your show, but I think_he was still_more interested in you than_the_whole_ghost aspect. Why do you think he hasn't tried going_back to_the old estate_since we got ran off by the termite guys and_gotten what she left him?"