He laughed. “I’ll pick you up in an hour. How does that sound?”
I glanced at my watch. “Sounds early for dinner.”
“Like I said, we can entertain each other.”
“That’s not what you said.”
“Isn’t it? Oh well, never mind. The basic question is—are you free?”
“I am.”
“Great. Don’t change your mind. I’ll see you in a bit.”
We hung up. I stretched my arms to the ceiling and grinned from ear to ear.
It was impossible to keep the smile from my lips. Talking to Roan was like playing tennis or volleyball. It was all hits and returns. I loved it.
Anyway, I showered—yes, again—and changed into a comfy gray sweater, jeans and buttery brown boots that pulled up to my knees. You know, as much as I wasn’t crazy about cold weather, I really enjoyed the clothes, especially the footwear.
It was always hard to give up boots when spring arrived.
Anyway, when Roan rolled up, I grabbed my purse, the box I’d taken from Southern Ghost Wranglers and the book about Haunted’s haunted history.
What a mouthful.
Roan, who didn’t miss much, arched a perfect brow. “That’s an interesting box. You got a science experiment kit in there?”
I shot him a scathing look. “No. This is ghost-catching equipment.”
His gaze slid to me. “You’re kidding.”
“I am not kidding. The only problem is, I don’t know how to use it.”
His ancient G-Wagon rumbled down the road. “Please tell me you’re not going to use that on me.”
“If you were a ghost, I would, but I won’t.”
He smirked. “So tell me about this bad day you’ve been having.”
I explained everything that had happened since our last date when Roan told me I couldn’t put my hand up his shirt.
“I never said you couldn’t do that,” he said.
“You practically did.”
His hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Okay, I’ll let you put your hand up my shirt if you stop bothering me about it.”
I clapped with something most people would call glee but I simply referred to as slightly more energetic than happy.
“Finally. What I’ve always wanted. To get my hand on your abs.”
He rolled his dark eyes. “Tell me the rest.”
I finished right as he pulled into the garage of his bed-and-breakfast. “Blissful, this is serious. You’ve got a spirit threatening you.”
I hitched a shoulder. “That’s why I need the box. But it’s more than that. I feel like this guy is hiding from me. Until I can unravel who the spirit is, I won’t have any control over it.”
Roan unbuckled his seat belt and popped the door open. “Wait right here.” It was a command. I would wait.
