Some Like it Haunted (A Sophie Rhodes Ghostly Romane Book 2) by Karen Cantwell

fresh light bulbs for the vision therapy room. I set the phones for lunchtime, sending all calls to voicemail and took a deep, cleansing breath. Before I could lock the door and collect myself in peace, Shane plowed through.
    He nearly ran me over as I stood there prepared to lock it.
    “Hi Soph.”
    “Hi,” I said back. Shane had it in the looks department. Dark wavy hair, the nose of a Greek god, and abs that screamed to be stroked. After meeting Cal though, Shane’s handsome features, while obvious, had lost their effect on me. I didn’t get butterflies in my stomach when I spotted him across the room anymore, my skin didn’t tingle in anticipation of his touch. The magic, thank goodness, was gone.
    Until now, that is. For some reason, as he stood inches from me, I was keenly aware of the scent of his cologne. My hands ached to reach out and rip off his clothes so I could feel his bare skin. What was happening to me?
    “Shane, I have to—”
    “I just wanted to see you,” he said.
    “Tell him to stay away,” Marmi advised.
    Myrtle floated in right behind Shane. “Hey punkin’,” she said, nuzzling up to Marmaduke, “you ready for another lesson?”
    Marmi’s eyes lit up. “I thought you’d never ask. Come, let us go where we can have some privacy.”
    I blinked and focused on him rather than Shane. “Are you sure? Why don’t you stick around?”
    “No, no,” he said. “We’ll be fine.”
    It wasn’t them I was worried about. “Well,” I frowned, watching them disappear down the hall, “don’t break anything.”
    “You just take care of that Shaney boy,” Myrtle called back. “He’s been a mess all mornin’. He had some kind of frightful nightmare last night.”
    Shane closed the door behind him and locked it. “Sophie, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last night. And that dream she mentioned. It wasn’t a nightmare.”
    Ah geez. “It was about me?” I guessed out loud, backing myself against a wall.
    He nodded, moving toward me, a muscled tomcat on the prowl.
    “But you’re with Amy. You’re engaged to be married.”
    “I know,” Shane said, coming so close our lips were nearly touching. “I know. I do love her. But there’s something about you.”
    Fighting a powerful force that seemed to be pulling us together like a magnet to steel, I pushed him away. “Shane, stay back. This is wrong.”
    “You feel it too. I knew it.”
    “I don’t feel anything,” I lied, pulling a chair between us. “Maybe you have the flu. Do you have a fever?”
    He shoved the chair aside. “I have a fever all right. A fever for you.”
    My brain was telling me to run, but my libido was telling me to jump his bones. With intense will power, I followed my brain and ducked as Shane swooped in for an embrace. “Shane! Stop it right now.” I backed my way toward the reception desk.
    “I can’t stop. My body yearns for you.”
    I kept backing, hoping I wouldn’t have to start wielding weapons to keep him at bay. “Yearns? That’s not a Shane kind of word. Listen to yourself.”
    “I’m listening to my heart. My heart wants you. Say that your heart wants me.”
    My heart didn’t want him, but other parts of me did. I fought the desire. “No. My heart doesn’t want you, Shane. I love Cal. You love Amy. And this isn’t love, this is...oh my God. This is lust. Lust. The bottle last night. It didn’t say ‘Lost,’ it said ‘Lust.’ It was a lust potion!”
    “You have to be kidding me.”
    “I didn’t tell you about the witches.”
    That stopped Shane’s advances, temporarily at least. “Witches?” His face blanched. “Maybe I did have a nightmare. Maybe this is all one horrible, hideous nightmare.” He walked to the counter and grabbed it for support. “I had to call in sick again today, Soph. And I can’t keep doing that.” His look turned hungry again. “Everything about you is turning me on. Your hair. Your skin.”
    I fought the urge to maul him.