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night?”
    “Yeah, talk about a blind date.   I can fight him off.”   The offer trailed off a bit at the end.   As if he didn’t want to.
    The possibility of touching Gavin once more, of feeling him
needing her, seeing his face twisted in desire, even if it was because a ghost
hid behind those dark, heavy lidded eyes, tempted her.
    “We don’t have to.” The words came out in a whisper.   She didn’t dare say she wanted it, wanted
him.   She couldn’t bear to be rejected by
him again.
    He caught her face, tilting her head and looking into her
eyes.   “I’ve wanted you every moment of
every day that we’ve been apart.   This is
me talking, not the ghost.   If I can have
you for one more night, I’ll take you however I can get you.”
    A dazzling light seemed to fill her.   “Me too.”
    Her words weren’t erudite but they didn’t have to be.   His lips covered hers and he thrust his tongue
inside her mouth, the kiss sweeping her away.   Then he released her, eyes sparkling in desire.
    “So, let’s play.” His smile was devilish and she
shivered.  
    This was an adventure.   This was danger and excitement and everything that Gavin meant to her.
    “I’m ready.”
    She closed her eyes and let the smell of roses sweep away
her inhibitions, her worries, her sense of self and
fill her with the needs of another woman.
    And this woman would dare to do just about anything for her
lover.

 
    Chapter
Six
     
    Her face cupped in Gavin’s hands, she couldn’t think of
anything that might feel better than him looking at her like he was.
    But the ghost was thick in her head, the smell of roses
permeating everything.
    I’ve tried this before,
Heather.   It never works.   For us to do this, you have to give up all
your control.   If you become upset or
uncomfortable…you will push me out.   You’ve got to trust that I will do nothing to harm you, that your lover
won’t do anything to harm you.   Can you
trust us?
    Heather considered.   Never one to fear—it was hard to really comprehend fear when she wasn’t
afraid of dying since she knew, for a fact, that there were good things
coming—she usually dared to do just about anything.   But Gavin hurt her like no man ever had
before.   Could she trust him, especially
if he was being possessed by some alpha male ghost from the eighteen hundreds?
    Meeting his gaze, falling into his eyes, she wanted to.   But it was a risk.
    A gamble.
    I trust you, Louisa.   I’ve had you in my dreams for as long as I
can remember.   I want you to find
peace.   And I can trust him, even if just
for this night.   He wouldn’t hurt me on
purpose.
    Because he hadn’t.
    He freaked.   It was
like light shining on that truth in her mind.   She understood the survivor’s guilt that motivated this man.   Understood that sometimes you’re waiting for
the epic sign and you get a gentle nudge—like her message from Gavin.   It wasn’t her gift—more importantly, it
wasn’t her—that he rejected, rather the idea that it could be that easy, after
all his work, to find Garrett.
    He hadn’t meant to hurt her.
    Peace flowed over her, replaced almost instantly by the
feelings and emotions of Louisa as she gently took the reins and control of
Heather’s body.
    ****
    Gavin knew tonight would be epic and the voice of another
man in his head, clear as if he was speaking out loud, could be called just
that.
    As the ghost explained the rules, that he would have to give
over control willingly and not snap it back if he became uncomfortable…that it
needed trust, he realized there was not another woman on the face of the planet
he would be able to do this with.
    None other he trusted that much.
    Her face, so precious, so missed, meant more than he could
say.   He wouldn’t lose her again.
    He couldn’t. If this ghost would allow him to express his
love, just once, he could trust him.
    Henry didn’t feel the need to worry about what Louisa
thought, felt.   He was a