Ghost Whisperer by Serena Akeroyd

Author:Serena Akeroyd [Akeroyd, Serena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-28T16:00:00+00:00

“You haven’t been taking my calls.”

“Shit.” Mumbling the curse under my breath doesn't make me feel better, if anything, it just makes me wish that I'd asked who was at the door before I stupidly opened it. What is it with this guy that makes him pop up at my place when I look like shit warmed over?

And that I even care is the most perplexing thing of all.

“I haven't been taking anyone's calls. No offense.”

“None taken, but I'd have preferred to have called you. It saves me dropping in on you when you're otherwise busy.”

“Busy?” I squint up at him in confusion.

He points to the tub of Cherry Garcia in my hand. “Eating ice cream is a task that needs appreciation time.”

I chuckle at that, surprised he's relaxed enough to even joke a little. Waving the aforementioned tub of orgasm-in-a-carton, I beckon him in. “If you want to just wait in my office for ten minutes while I freshen up?” I ask him awkwardly. “You can have the rest of the ice cream if you want?”

His smile is sheepish. “Okay.”

I pass it over and say, “You know where to go, right? I won't be long.”

“No problem.”

I study him for a second, taking in his patrician features, wondering what it is that's so attractive about the man. I've had hunkier clients, bulkier muscled ones, Hollywood heroes have even graced my door, and yet, this one man, with his somber eyes, chatterbox eyebrows, and stern lips, does something to me that I've never experienced before.

Puzzling that out, I wave him ahead, and watch as he goes to my study. When the door closes, Kenna pops up at my side. “You're attracted to him.”

The statement makes me frown at her. “How do you know?”

“Anyone else and you'd have seen them as you are. A shower? Now that means business, honey.”

“You make me sound like such a dirty bitch,” I complain as I make my way past the study and to my bedroom.

“You aren't exactly that, but you've no interest in other people. It means your standards are different to everyone else's.”

“Ugh, is that supposed to make me feel better?” As I pull off my bra, a faint hint of silver catches my eye over by the laundry basket. “David J Edwin! What the hell do you think you're doing?”

Kenna winks out of existence only to return a second later with David's ear clutched firmly between finger and thumb. “I've warned you about this,” she growls at him.

“What?” I squawk. “You mean he's done this before? When?!”

Kenna waves her free hand with such laissez-faire disregard it makes me wish I could smack her. “A few times. It's part and parcel of being a ghost, honey.”

“Well, maybe it is, but not in this household, especially when I'm helping your sorry behind!” I glower at David. “You just wait until I tell your uncle. He's out there, eating ice cream. Don't you think I won't make that Cherry Garcia curdle in his gut.”

Sheepishly, David looks up at me from under his lashes.

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