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MacGowan's Ghost
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Author: Cindy Miles
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fell.
    Gabe’s scowl deepened.
    â€œYour key,” he said, and set it down on the mantel.
    â€œThanks,” Allison Morgan replied, her voice muffled by the heavy wool.
    Gabe’s gaze lingered for a moment; then he left and shut the door.
    He didn’t make it to the end of the corridor before abruptly pulling up short. ’Twas either that or walk through the bloody spirit blocking his path.
    Gabe met the sea captain’s stare but didn’t say a word.
    Captain Justin Catesby lifted one brow. “Fetching lass, that Ms. Morgan.” He leaned in, his brows pulled close and making a fierce crinkle in the space between his eyes. “Aye?”
    Gabe said nothing.
    The captain stroked his chin. “I’d watch me steps, were I you, boy. ’Tisn’t becoming to take advantage of an unsuspecting maid.”
    Gabe stared and almost didn’t give the cocky ghost the satisfaction of a reply. ’Twas a sight to behold, for certain, but he hadn’t meant to. Quite the opposite, actually. The girl should have locked the bloody door.
    The very last thing he wanted or needed to do was engage in anything other than what he’d hired Allison Morgan for. A business transaction. Nothing more.
    â€œSo she’s who ye hired to oust us, aye?”
    Gabe looked Justin in the eye. “Unless you’ve decided since an hour ago to stop chasin’ away the buyers?”
    The captain gave a crooked smile.
    With a glare and a nod, Gabe stepped round the captain and started down the stairs. He’d screwed up enough of his life—and Jake’s. No more. His decision was made.
    He really had no other choice.
    â€œYe canna run away from yer problems, lad,” Catesby called behind him. “They’ll just catch up with you.”
    Gabe ignored him.
    Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Gabe made his way to the kitchen. The usual patrons would be in soon for supper—including the not-so-new one unpacking upstairs. Not only did he have to help prepare the cod and chips, but he had to prepare himself. For her .
    No doubt the American would talk his bloody ears off.
    As long as she does her job . . .
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    Allie dropped to her knees and pushed the empty suitcase under the bed.
    â€œI take it you had a satisfactory flight?”
    â€œWhoa!” Allie said, jumping hard enough to bonk her head on the wooden bed rail. She sat back on her heels and rubbed the back of her head, glaring at her unexpected friend. “Dauber, how on earth did you get here?”
    Dauber scratched a place under his cap and shrugged. “Difficult to say, actually.” He gave her a crooked grin. “Ghosts do what they do for no good reason. I suppose I must have desired it powerfully bad, aye?”
    Allie stood. “Yeah, you must have just wished yourself here.” She sat on the bed. “I’m not so sure you’ll be well received, though. The owner is quite determined to get rid of his own mischievous spirits, although I haven’t gotten to the bottom of why, exactly. I doubt he’ll want another addition.”
    Dauber perched upon the chest of drawers. “So you’ve met them, then? The others?”
    â€œBriefly. And in that short amount of time I can tell at least one of them is some kind of naughty.”
    Crossing one bony leg over his knee, Dauber met her gaze. “Mischievous spirits you can handle. But what of him ?”
    Allie rose and walked to the tallboy chest she’d placed her clothes in and pulled out a black turtleneck and a clean pair of jeans. “ Him who?”
    â€œThe mortal, love. How difficult will he be to manage?”
    With a sigh, Allie laid her clean clothes on the bed. “I’m not sure, Daubs. He isn’t the friendliest of guys. Grumpy, really, and about the only expression I’ve seen on his face is a frown.”
    Frown or no frown, she purposely left out how dead sexy the proprietor of Odin’s Thumb
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