walked in, a can of soda dangling from her fingers.
Caught. I swallowed down my heart, which felt like it had moved up to my throat. “Hi, I didn’t see you come in.”
“What’s the name of the play?” Marcy sank down in the seat Liam recently vacated.
“Ghost for Sale.” My nerves jumped. Was that a masculine chuckle?
“Never heard of it. And while I think it’s great you’re trying out for a part, I’m off ghosts for a while. So what did Patrick want?” She picked up a fashion magazine and thumbed through it.
“We’re going out tonight.”
“That’s great.” Marcy clapped her hands. She was one of those people who truly enjoyed others good fortune.
“Where are you going?”
“The Grove.”
“Good choice.” She nodded approval before turning her attention back to her magazine. “You’d better get ready.”
The jeweled tabletop-clock on the mantle showed four-forty. “Good grief, it’s nearly five.” I sprinted for the bathroom.
I took a hasty shower that left the room filled with steam and the scent of vanilla.
Figuring out what to wear, I paced inside the walk-in closet, looking for something casual yet sexy.
After tossing a dozen different outfits on the bed and constantly glancing over my shoulder to make sure Liam wasn’t spying on me—though what the difference would be between my underwear and my bikini I had no idea—I decided on an ecru silk top, boxy linen slacks and strappy black-heeled sandals.
My watch with a shopping bag in the middle of the dial showed ten minutes till seven. Better boogie. “Marcy, can I borrow the car?” I called as I trotted out.
“Sure, keys are on the key holder in the kitchen.” She’d switched on the TV, flipping back and forth from watching the jewelry channel to handbags. Sitting cross-legged on the couch, she munched on a bowl of popcorn.
“Thanks.” I blew her a kiss.
“Have fun.” She tossed popcorn into her mouth, her gaze glued to the tube.
The door from the kitchen to the garage opened for me. I was starting to get used to doors opening and closing as I approached. The Corvette’s door swung open and Liam materialized. “You’re a vision.” His water-over-stones voice made my breath hitch. He leaned forward. “And you smell a fair treat.”
“Thank you.” I slid in the car and caught a whiff of cinnamon and tart limes. “You smell a fair treat yourself. I see you’ve got your jacket back on.”
“We’re going out.”
That made sense. “About that, Liam…”
“Hmm?” He reached up and patted the dashboard. “I’m beginning to enjoy automobiles.”
“Of course you are. You’re a man.” I backed the car out.
“Do you think I could drive?” He glanced at me, a hopeful look on his handsome face.
“Not in my lifetime.” An icy shudder ran down my spine. “A car cruising down the road, with no visible driver, as if that wouldn’t draw attention. Not to mention you come from the buggy era. But back to the going out thing.”
“Um-hmm.” Liam now stroked the cream leather seats.
Men. “Liam, listen up.”
“I’m listening.” He reached for the radio.
Forgetting myself, I slapped at his hand and felt a surge of electricity pass straight through me. Short blue currents of light shot up from the dashboard. “Ouch.” I shook my tingling fingers. Now I had his attention.
“I don’t know how this works, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to have physical contact with me.” Regret flickered across his features but disappeared as quickly as it came.
“You got that one right.”
“So what did you want to talk about?”
Finally.“Would you mind waiting outside? First dates are awkward enough without a ghost monitoring everything I say and do.”
“You need a chaperone. He’s a man. I know what’s going to be on his mind.” His jaw jutted at a stubborn angle.
“He’s hardly going to jump me in a restaurant.”
“You don’t know him. He’s practically a stranger to you.”
Caught. I swallowed down my heart, which felt like it had moved up to my throat. “Hi, I didn’t see you come in.”
“What’s the name of the play?” Marcy sank down in the seat Liam recently vacated.
“Ghost for Sale.” My nerves jumped. Was that a masculine chuckle?
“Never heard of it. And while I think it’s great you’re trying out for a part, I’m off ghosts for a while. So what did Patrick want?” She picked up a fashion magazine and thumbed through it.
“We’re going out tonight.”
“That’s great.” Marcy clapped her hands. She was one of those people who truly enjoyed others good fortune.
“Where are you going?”
“The Grove.”
“Good choice.” She nodded approval before turning her attention back to her magazine. “You’d better get ready.”
The jeweled tabletop-clock on the mantle showed four-forty. “Good grief, it’s nearly five.” I sprinted for the bathroom.
I took a hasty shower that left the room filled with steam and the scent of vanilla.
Figuring out what to wear, I paced inside the walk-in closet, looking for something casual yet sexy.
After tossing a dozen different outfits on the bed and constantly glancing over my shoulder to make sure Liam wasn’t spying on me—though what the difference would be between my underwear and my bikini I had no idea—I decided on an ecru silk top, boxy linen slacks and strappy black-heeled sandals.
My watch with a shopping bag in the middle of the dial showed ten minutes till seven. Better boogie. “Marcy, can I borrow the car?” I called as I trotted out.
“Sure, keys are on the key holder in the kitchen.” She’d switched on the TV, flipping back and forth from watching the jewelry channel to handbags. Sitting cross-legged on the couch, she munched on a bowl of popcorn.
“Thanks.” I blew her a kiss.
“Have fun.” She tossed popcorn into her mouth, her gaze glued to the tube.
The door from the kitchen to the garage opened for me. I was starting to get used to doors opening and closing as I approached. The Corvette’s door swung open and Liam materialized. “You’re a vision.” His water-over-stones voice made my breath hitch. He leaned forward. “And you smell a fair treat.”
“Thank you.” I slid in the car and caught a whiff of cinnamon and tart limes. “You smell a fair treat yourself. I see you’ve got your jacket back on.”
“We’re going out.”
That made sense. “About that, Liam…”
“Hmm?” He reached up and patted the dashboard. “I’m beginning to enjoy automobiles.”
“Of course you are. You’re a man.” I backed the car out.
“Do you think I could drive?” He glanced at me, a hopeful look on his handsome face.
“Not in my lifetime.” An icy shudder ran down my spine. “A car cruising down the road, with no visible driver, as if that wouldn’t draw attention. Not to mention you come from the buggy era. But back to the going out thing.”
“Um-hmm.” Liam now stroked the cream leather seats.
Men. “Liam, listen up.”
“I’m listening.” He reached for the radio.
Forgetting myself, I slapped at his hand and felt a surge of electricity pass straight through me. Short blue currents of light shot up from the dashboard. “Ouch.” I shook my tingling fingers. Now I had his attention.
“I don’t know how this works, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to have physical contact with me.” Regret flickered across his features but disappeared as quickly as it came.
“You got that one right.”
“So what did you want to talk about?”
Finally.“Would you mind waiting outside? First dates are awkward enough without a ghost monitoring everything I say and do.”
“You need a chaperone. He’s a man. I know what’s going to be on his mind.” His jaw jutted at a stubborn angle.
“He’s hardly going to jump me in a restaurant.”
“You don’t know him. He’s practically a stranger to you.”
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