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I bolted upright. “It’s not sexy, it’s sick.”
She continued to laugh. “So, I’m guessing he’s hot?”
“Just a little bit.” Hot didn’t define him. Sexy, smoldering, downright delectable explained him better.
Her laughter continued for enough ti
me to annoy me. “You should have seen yourself last night.”
“Please, don’t remind me. I must have looked ridiculous, red-faced and all.” I needed to get off the topic of my embarrassing mishap and pronto. “What happened after I left?”
“Trent hooked up with another girl and Brandon took me home.”
Caley had always been fussy on whom she let into her bed and thought a man needed to earn the right to behold her treasure of a body. Her admission shocked the sleepiness away. “You actually slept with him?”
“I did,” she replied with no shame, “and let me tell you, I might keep him around.” She hesitated. “When he’s home, of course.”
“Sounds like the picture-perfect relationship for you.”
“I know, right. I’ll never get sick of him ‘cause he’s not around much, and Tess, he’s a devil in the sheets.”
“Ugh. No details, please.”
Caley laughed yet again. “So, is the ghost with you now?”
The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. “I don’t know if he’s here.”
Someone cleared his throat beside me. I screamed like a girl seeing a teenage rock star, dropped the phone and jumped out of bed to see the ghost lounging in my rocking chair. “Don’t do that,” I yelled at him.
He chuckled. “My apologies.”
I spun around and bent to grab the telephone off the floor. The ghost groaned. I glanced back at him. His lips were in a firm, thin line and his clenched fists floated above the armrests.
“Tess, Tess,” Caley bellowed.
I raised the phone to my ear. “Sorry, I’m here.”
“He’s there, isn’t he?”
“I have to go.” Without giving Caley a chance to respond, I ended the call and threw the phone onto my bed.
“Sleep well?” the ghost asked.
“Don’t you go being all Mr. Nice Guy after the stunt you pulled last night.”
Amusement twinkled in his eyes. “She finally decides to stop ignoring me.”
“How is anyone supposed to ignore all the smooth fantasyland talking? What are you, some type of phone sex operator?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “I’m that good at it, am I?”
“No.” The lie burned on my tongue. He’d gotten to me in a way no one ever had, and if I reminded myself of his words, I held no doubt I’d get all riled up again.
“You don’t lie well,” he said, quite proud of himself.
Oh you simply annoying ghost! I took a step toward him and he gave me a once-over. “Who are you?”
His gaze drifted back to mine. “Kipp McGowen.”
