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"No, but I think so bad happened in this attic There are bars on theAnd that lock on the outside is just plain weird What if there are ghosts in here?"

His lips twitched "I don’t believe in ghosts Just relax We’ll call someone Where’s your cell?"

"In lowered "Downstairs"

"Fuck" The amusement faded to frustration "Why would you leave your purse downstairs? You take it everywhere"

She blew out a breath "Not in an attic! Let’s just use your cell to call soe expression flickered over his face "I can’t"

"Why not?"

"Because I dropped my cell phone in a race to save your life when you started screa"

It took a few ether in a haunted attic with no idea ould eventually co for them--or when

Then she really did want to screaainst his chest, wrap his ar would be okay She infused a raw need in him to either fuck her senseless or shower her with tenderness It was like a pendulum--he never knehich need would hit hiree of intensity that surprised hiht now

Instead, he kept his hands firmly tucked away from temptation and spoke with authority "I mentioned our trip to Cal, so I’m sure he’ll knohere to look e don’t answer our cell phones Is your daughter okay?"

"Yes Thank God, she’s with the sitter"

"Good So, all we have to do is sit tight and wait for sohost kills us first," sheThe wood under her feet creaked dangerously

"Let’s not test the floor foundation, too," he said Dragging over a dusty trunk, he swiped the surface halfway clean "Sit"

Blowing out a breath, she plunked herself down on the trunk and stretched her pink-clad feet out in front of her Her ponytail had flopped to the side of her head, and fiery curls had sprung loose Her purple flannel shirt rinkled anda bottom button Her jeans had a hole in the knee