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bought the house to begin with. She wasn’t giving it up to a ghost.
    Anna wrote her own response on the mirror with her finger, just underneath the first message.
    No.
    It had taken all her concentration to keep her hand steady, but she’d accomplished the feat. She opened the mirrored cabinet and took out a comb to untangle her hair. When she closed it again, another word had been inscribed.
    OK.
    Anna didn’t like the sound of that. Somehow it didn’t seem like Beatrice was agreeing to be her roommate. The fear wrapped more tightly around her. She took another, slow breath. After about a minute of being a spaz, she became both angry at herself and exasperated with the ghost.
    “Oh good lord! Do you go to a special drama school after you die? I mean, really. Could you possibly whine more? Oh whaaa, I’m a ghost. My life is so hard. This house is plenty big enough for both of us. It’s not like I had plans to put down tacky avocado linoleum. What exactly is your problem?”
    A hot breath puffed out over her neck. Her knees buckled, and she gripped the edge of the sink to keep from landing on the floor. She’d spent all her courage on sarcasm and now couldn’t bring herself to look in the mirror again, afraid if she did she’d see the fuzzy outline of Beatrice reflected back to her.
    “Scarlett, Rhett, come on,” she said as she left the bathroom. Two furry little heads poked out of the towel rack.
    Anna turned on every light on the way up the stairs. Now wasn’t the time to prove she wasn’t afraid of the dark. The score was: Beatrice: 1, Anna: 0. She was freaked, and she had no trouble admitting it.
    The cats followed her to the bedroom weaving in and out of her legs the entire way, clearly as bent on her destruction as Beatrice. As soon as she was settled under the covers, Scarlett shoved her head up underneath Anna’s chin while Rhett curled around the back of the pillow, his paws resting on her head. Normally, Anna would toss them off the bed, but tonight she didn’t want to sleep alone.
    She spent an hour staring at the back of her eyelids, occasionally opening her eyes to see the green LED numbers mocking her as the time dragged on. Once when Anna looked, the clock had miraculously sped up ten minutes. She must have drifted off.
    Now she was awake again. Soft, female cries drifted up the staircase. Then the moaning started. What the hell did Beatrice have to moan about? And could she come up with a bigger cliché? Would chain rattling be next? She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the muffled groans and fell into a fitful sleep.
    . . . A masculine chuckle pierced the silence. Darkness crowded around her. Had the power gone out? The mystery of the lighting situation left her as strong hands skimmed down her body and a honeyed voice whispered in her ear. “Just let it happen, Anna. You know you want it.”
    Her breath hitched in her throat. She should be screaming right now. She wanted to, but everything felt too wispy, like a dream. It couldn’t be real. If it wasn’t real, it was okay. Wasn’t it?
    The hands on her skin felt right, soothing. It had been so long since she’d felt this with anyone. She pressed herself against him, soaking in the comforting feeling of strong, steady hands on her.
    Her own voice, sounding nothing at all like it belonged to her, whimpered out, “Yes.” His wicked hands set to work, kneading her breasts with expert finesse, wrenching a strangled little whimper from her. Then his hand slid downward to grind between her thighs.
    She stared out into the blackness, hoping for a form to take shape. Nothing greeted her vision but a bottomless void. Her hips responded, bucking, against his hand as a tongue flicked up the side of her neck. Then he started to nibble, his hot, wet mouth sending her into a tailspin of erotic need . . .
    Anna bolted up in bed. It was just a dream.
    Why did she have to wake up right before something interesting happened? Easy to think that now