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up at her, his close proximity making her breath
come just a little more harshly.   She
could smell him, over the roses, a tempting blend of soap and man.
    “Someone talking to you?”
    She nodded and listened but the ghost, Louisa she would
guess, didn’t add more.
    “About the toys?” His half assed grin stung her
with its familiarity and she brushed hair from his brow, an automatic response
to that smile.
    “Yeah.   Apparently we’ve got a horny ghost.”
    “Never met one of those.   This could be fun.” He stood, looming over
her and running hands down her arms.   “You’re still in, right?”
    The feel of his skin on hers brought back memories of how
wonderful that skin felt heated by passion.
    “Yeah, but what could a ghost want with a golden dildo?” She
pondered it but the answer came quickly.
    I want to tell him I’m
sorry.   I was a fool, a proud fool, and I
want to show him how much he meant to me .
    Meeting Gavin’s dark gaze, she choked on a laugh.   “Oh, boy.   You might not like the plans of this
ghost.   Then again, she has to get Henry to
agree.”
    Gavin’s head tilted.   He looked like he was listening to someone.
    “Um, Heather?” His voice broke a little,
sounding startled.   “You’re not going to
believe this but…”
    He paused, sucked in a breath and then laughed. “Is this
what you have going all the time?”
    “What?" She focused on him, watching the way his face
paled.   He tapped his head, as if
removing excess water, and then looked around.
    “Can you hear that?” He continued scanning the room
frantically.
    “Hear what?”   The
silence of the house was like a blanket around them, buffering out the world
beyond the plantation.
    “Seriously, is there like a mute button for this?”   He seemed a little freaked out and excited
all at once.
    “For what?” She waved her arms
helplessly.
    “Either I’ve just lost my shit and gone loony or a ghost is
talking to me.”
    She punched his shoulder with a smile.   “Welcome to the club, ghost hunter.   What did the ghost say?   Is it Louisa?”
    “Nope.   Henry.   And, well, he wants to do
very dirty things to Louisa.   Very.   I kind of like
the way the guy thinks.”   His smile,
filled with masculine arrogance, left her wanting to find out, up close and
personal, how dirty the things were.  
    “You’re getting turned on by the ideas a ghost has about
sex?   This has got to be one of the
weirder conversations I’ve ever had with anyone.” Scoffing seemed easier than
admitting it tripped her trigger, too.
    “Yeah.   Oh, shit.   Has she told you what
she wants to do?   Because…he
has a plan.”
    He looked uncomfortable, as if he wasn’t sure how she would
respond to whatever the ghost suggested.   Instantly intrigued, she shot a question at the ghost in her own
head.   Louisa, what is it, exactly, you would like to do?
    A feminine giggle, recognized from dreams, rang in her
head.   The smell of roses became cloying.
    “I can’t talk to Henry.   He can’t talk to me.   But if you help us, I have things I need him
to hear, to feel.”
    Shaking her head, trying to get past the strong flowery
scent, Heather focused on Gavin, the only solid point in a suddenly slightly
dizzying world.
    What do you want me to tell him? she asked.
    The room shifted, seeming somehow less solid than just a
moment before, as if her view of things changed and the room itself became lost
in the fog or mist.
    “You don’t need to tell him anything.   I just want to borrow your skin, your flesh,
and touch him.   Tell him with your voice
that I love him.   It’s only a loan,
dear.   May I talk to my love one last
time?”
    The request sent a shiver of panic skittering up her
spine.   Heather darted her gaze to Gavin
who looked somewhat disconcerted himself.
    “Heather?” the question seemed to ask more of her than the
one word suggested.
    “Is he asking you to borrow your body for the