Isolde laughed at something Malachai said and put her hand reflexively on his wrist. A flash came to her. A flash of understanding. They were bound together. Then it was gone. But she was meant to be with him, on a deeper level.<br/><br/>The hostess turned out the lights, the manager approached and said,<br/>"The valet has your car waiting, sir. Thank you for coming to Sleepy Hollow and we hope to see you both again."<br/><br/>Isolde checked her watch.<br/>"Oh, my,  it is after 3 am. "<br/><br/>She stood and to gather her purse but it was missing. She glanced under the table but it was nowhere to be found. The manager was tired but kept his calm. Taking out a cell phone, he started to dial 911.<br/><br/>"Wait," Isolde said, glancing around. Her purse was on top of a high armoire right next to a painting of George Washington. She crossed her arms. and flicked her hand toward the purse. Both the painting and the purse fell to the wooden floor with a clatter. The manager's face was as red as a beet and he looked as if he would implode.<br/><br/>"There it is," Isolde said with a smile to the manager and a quick jerk of her head to Malachai toward the grinning ghost perched on the armoire's edge.<br/><br/>They both thanked the manager and headed out. Malachai helped her into the car, their faces micro inches apart. The electricity was so great. Isolde had the flash of a ghost and Malachai nearly lunged into her lap, putting his hand on her breast to steady himself. The ghosts here really packed a punch.<br/><br/>When Malachai's lips touched hers, ahhhhh.  She melted into his kiss. The world fell away and she knew.