That Incredible Kiss by Tamara Ferguson

Author:Tamara Ferguson
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-03-26T04:00:00+00:00

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It was about eleven o’clock when Ashley heard a sound coming from downstairs as she was trying to fall asleep. All she’d been doing though was thinking about Brian and how she should have spent the evening with him too. Why dwell on the past?

Checking the monitor, she ran through the surveillance cameras she had set up throughout the house and saw someone entering through the old side entrance, which led to staircases running downstairs into the basement and upstairs into the kitchen.

She heaved a sigh, reaching for the baseball bat she kept nearby along with the mace in her nightstand drawer. It figures it was the only entrance where she hadn’t changed the locks yet, intent on preserving the original door. She’d even installed new doors and locks in the passageway leading from her bedroom to the other house levels and the basement to play it safe.

She’d thought about closing off that entrance, but if she did eventually rent out the downstairs, it would be needed by the tenant.

Funny, how she wasn’t really afraid. Nothing much scared her anymore. She’d taken classes in self-defense and had become pretty well trained. She was probably in the best shape she’d ever been physically, as a matter of fact.

She studied whoever it was a little longer trying to figure out where he was going with his flashlight. Probably the living room, she decided, creeping out through her bedroom door, carrying her bat and mace along with a keyring sized flashlight.

Ashley took the steps slowly, one at a time, and stopped when she heard the man cussing after obviously stumbling over something in the dark.

She heard the man mutter, “Damn it. I think someone is living here. I’m probably trespassing.”

It couldn’t be?

But then he began talking again. “Geez, this place looks nice.”

And then Ashley heard a long loud mmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwww, and grinned.

“Spook? Can that really be you?”

Ashley switched on the lights.

And Brian gave her an owlish stare. “Ashley?”

Standing at the base of the staircase with her arms crossed, she leaned against the wooden staircase railing. “Brian. May I ask what you’re doing here?”

“I still had the key,” he answered, holding it up for her to see. “The place looked different when we drove by on the pontoon today, and I was curious to see if someone was living here.”

She shrugged. “You have your answer.”

He was definitely surprised. “You’re living here?”

“I am. Turns out my dad left the property in my name, so I decided to fix the place up.”

“From what I can see of it,” he answered, his eyes scoping the room. “You’ve done a fantastic job.”

“So far,” she murmured. “There’s still a lot to do.”

“Ashley?” he asked hoarsely. “What are you wearing?”

She grimaced, looking down.

Not much—just a tank top and shorts. Although she’d pulled on a robe, she hadn’t bothered tying it. There was a gas fireplace installed in her bedroom which put out plenty of heat without having to warm up the entire house. She was dividing sections of the

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