“See if our sarcasm works in the real world?”
“Actually see if you’re less sarcastic when your heart thaws.”
“Ouch. My heart never thaws.”
He laughed.
“But honestly, you think I can be less sarcastic? I don’t think I’d know who to be.”
A spark filled his dark eyes. “I’m sure you’d figure it out. Over dinner.”
I swallowed. We were so close. He was so right, and for the first time in my life I felt like someone was staring into my soul and taking notes. The right notes. Never in my life had I met a man who challenged me like Roan. Granted, I hadn’t known him that long, but the thought of spending time with him excited me.
Yep. I was in trouble.
“You could stay, you know.” Susan popped up beside Roan. “We like having you in town. After all, you got rid of that nasty Nancy.”
Hmm. Well, she wasn’t so nasty after all. She had her reasons.
A Caprice Classic screeched to a stop in front of the bed-and-breakfast. A large magnet had been affixed to the door.
SOUTHERN GHOST WRANGLERS
The window hummed down, and Ruth craned her neck out. “Blissful, we’ve got a job to do the next town over. Supposedly a house is seriously haunted. We need your help.”
I heard Roan muffle a laugh behind me.
“Did you change the name of your company?” I said.
Alice stepped out of the driver’s side. “Yep. We decided that since Xavier’s gone, we could piggyback on the name. We added the Southern, though, for good measure.”
“I see.”
Ruth palmed the door. “Listen, are you with us? You coming? We need to get going. The house is full of activity.”
I thought about all the things pulling me in my life. There were several different directions I could go, but the one that made the most sense right now was staring me in the face.
I shouldered my purse and flashed Roan a quick, “Goodbye.”
“So you think you’ll be staying?” he said.
I smiled. “It looks like. And dinner sometime?”
“Yeah?”
“I can do that.” I strode toward the Caprice. When I got inside, Alice spoke.
“Fasten your seat belt, Blissful. From the sound of it, we’re going to be in for one heck of a fight.”
I smiled. That sounded like fun.
What I wanted was fun.
Ruth gazed back at me. “You got the lasso?”
I pulled it from my purse. “Come on. Let’s go wrangle some ghosts.”
