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me?”
    She gasped. It was the voice from last night. She hadn’t remembered Quinn’s voice. He’d become nothing more than a face in a collection of increasingly faded memories. In an effort not to stare at his mouth-watering but unsubstantial form, she dropped the now forgotten book and jumped to her feet.
    Jake stepped forward. He was a little taller than Quinn, and his shoulder passed through the ghost. Quinn grimaced and sidestepped to avoid further contact.
    “Yes, I can see you. All of you.”
    Quinn looked down and grinned. “Oh yeah. I guess I got used to no one seeing that.”
    “Can you cover up?”
    Jake’s eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”
    Quinn placed his hands over his groin, but his penis poked through. With a shrug, he mumbled, “Sorry.”
    “Your friend is sort of naked, and it’s a little distracting.”
    “How can he be sort of naked?” Jake stepped forward, eclipsing Quinn. His voice held a new sharpness.
    Quinn scowled and moved to the middle of the bed to lie on his belly. His perfectly round ass proved almost as distracting a sight as his front. The reason for her unrequited teenage lust toward the man became all too apparent.
    “Can you tell the pain in the ass to stop walking through me? It was bad enough last night watching him fumble through sex with you.”
    “You saw that?”
    Jake’s hand landed on her shoulder. “Saw what?”
    Quinn laughed. “Yeah, I saw everything.” Then, his demeanor shifted. Face intent, he leaned forward and brushed his hand against her upper arm.
    The hint of pressure and coolness struck a familiar chord. She backed into Jake’s broad chest, as warm as the ghost’s touch was cold. “You?”
    Quinn waggled his eyebrows.
    Hands on her shoulders, Jake turned her to face him. “What the hell is going on? Tell me, or I’m dragging you out of this room until you do.”
    “You brought me here to see if your friend was haunting the room. Well, he is. And he haunted me last night.”
    “Oh.” Jake’s hands dropped as he stepped away from her. A resigned air surrounded him. “Where is he?”
    She jabbed a thumb toward the bed.
    Quinn waved. “Hey.”
    “Oh, stop it. He can’t see you.” Her attention shifted between the two men before settling on Jake. “Can you?”
    Jake shook his head, but squinted at the bed as if he might see something if he tried hard enough. He stepped forward and waved a hand over the bed.
    Quinn rolled his eyes and held up his thumb and forefinger. “Remind him I’m naked, and he’s this close to touching my wang.”
    “Jake, he’s naked.”
    As expected, Jake yanked back his hand. “Eww.”
    “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have chosen to spend eternity like this…” Quinn motioned toward his erection. “But I’m dealing with it.”
    “He can’t hear you.” A pounding sensation started at the base of her skull.
    “What did he say?” Jake backed away until he stood by the far wall. She wasn’t sure if he was more bothered by the idea of a nude ghost or the reality of there being a ghost at all.
    “Jake. When a person dies and becomes a ghost, they linger in the same form as when they died. Since Quinn was having sex when he died --”
    “Oh God. No more. I need to think. I’ll be back.” The door of the room slammed shut as he left her alone. Sort of.
    “That went well.” Quinn smirked at the door.
    She wished a person could actually hit a ghost because this one needed a good hard smack. “Be nice. I don’t think he really believed you would be here.” She took a seat opposite the bed in a blue chair that might once have contained stuffing, but those days were long gone. “Why are you here anyway?”
    He flipped onto his back and folded his hands behind his head. “I don’t know. I loved my life.”
    She forced herself to look away from his cock. “You must have had some unresolved issue.”
    He sent her a lopsided grin. “Did you read that on a cereal box? Come on, you can do