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She chuckled “You’re…”

“Dahost said

Caley stopped dead in her tracks, which caused ?”

I righted my stance, raised my hand to my face and, toI-I-I’m hot”

“Unless you somehow turned into a lesbian and have fallen for your best friend, you’re acting weird”

“I do love you” At her widened eyes, I laughed “But I don’t want you in the sack Seriously, I’m just hot”

The ghost’s voice deepened “Ah, a way to grab your attention, I see”

The little purr hanging off his tone made my stomach flip-flop Clearly, I craved soet some in a bad way if I reacted in such a heated way to a non-living person

I shoved the ridiculous reaction away and focused back on Caley, falling into stride with her “Who’s the guy I’ht?”

“He’s just your type” She wiggled her brows “You’re going to thank me later”

“What do you mean my type?” I liked men, all types of them, and I’d never confine my options into a little box Caley had apparently taped the box shut and shipped the package

“He’s a pro baseball player and is ho his family for a couple days”

“A pro, huh?” Maybe I had fooledbaseball player ht white pants and a scrumptious ass filled my mind

“Yeah, he’s got the looks too” She nudged her shoulder into mine “And the money”

“Wohost muttered