Double Dating with the Dead Karen Kelley (top ten books to read .txt) 📖

been a little lax lately. He could’ve been lifting more often if he hadn’t been doing all the publicity…

He frowned. What the hell was he thinking? He didn’t care what she thought about him or his body.

It wasn’t good his body was missing the damn message. “Like you said, most people knock before they open a door.”

She chuckled. “But then, I didn’t open the door. Did you?”

“Hell no!”

“Then maybe Wesley or Dixie opened it.”

“Your ghosts? Yeah, sure. I’ll believe it when I see them. Would you like to point them out to me?” Damn, why was he even arguing with her in the first place? Especially considering he stood in front of her with only a towel around his waist.

But then, he was looking at the answer. And Selena looked good. Damn good.

His gaze flicked over her, but lingered as it traveled back to her face. Damn, she was hot, and apparently not shy since she’d wanted to get a glimpse of him. Blaming the door opening on a pair of ghosts was flimsy at best. His eyes met hers. How badly did she want him?

One, maybe two steps and he could take her into his arms, pull her lips against his. He’d show her not only how his body looked but how it felt. Real up close and personal.

But when she crossed her arms in front of her, a barrier was thrown up between them, and Trent came to his senses.

Man, she is so conning you, his inner voice laughed at him. His gaze turned hard. “Like I said, point them out to me, honey, and we’ll end this charade right here and now.”

Point them out to him? Oh, she’d like to do just that! If Wesley and Dixie weren’t already dead, she’d strangle them. Now Trent thought she’d opened the door—both times.

Grrr.

“Whatever,” she threw over her shoulder and traipsed down the stairs. Once at the bottom, she turned in the direction of the kitchen.

This was one of the first rooms cleaned. A good thing because she was starving. She opened the refrigerator. Damn it, she always ate when she was angry.

“Thanks a whole hell of a lot, you two!” She’d probably gain ten pounds while she was here.

Her nerves were stretched taut. She desperately needed to relax. Feed the mind not the body. That was what Paige’s mother had told them years ago, and it worked—most of the time.

She closed the refrigerator and rummaged through the cabinets until she found what she was looking for, then smiled. Her wanna-be psychic mother believed scented candles helped invoke the spirits. Selena just enjoyed the aroma. She had enough trouble with spirits without calling them to her.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled. Ahh, vanilla. She loved the soothing fragrance. After setting the candle in a saucer, she lit it. For a moment, she let the scent tickle her nose. This was nice, and she was already starting to feel calmer.

She turned on the radio her father had given her in case there was an emergency broadcast of some kind. Her father always saw to every detail. That was why he was such a good lawyer. He left nothing to chance.

But rather than the emergency station, she turned it to a station that played the classics. She let the romantic strains of Bach wash over her, further relaxing her tense muscles before she continued on her search.

The first cabinet yielded bounty. Bless Paige’s heart. Her cousin knew exactly what kind of wine she liked. Selena brought down the bottle of Merlot and a long-stemmed glass. What more could she ask for? Unless it was the yummy fettuccini Alfredo her mother had stuck in the refrigerator.

The dessert she could do without. Yuck, black cherry gelatin. Her mother was always trying to foist it on her. Selena didn’t eat anything that wiggled in her mouth.

Her forehead puckered in thought. She shook her head. Nope, she wasn’t even going there.

But she loved fettuccini.

Her stomach rumbled, letting her know it was time to eat…angry or not.

What she wouldn’t give for a microwave right now. The oven was definitely antique. Early fifties? She lit the pilot light and was gratified to see it still worked. After popping the casserole in the oven, she opened the wine and poured herself a glass.

“Did you enjoy the view?” Dixie asked near her, but hadn’t materialized yet.

Selena jumped, spilling some of her wine. “Can’t you warn a person?”

“I did. I asked if you enjoyed the view. I could’ve appeared beside you. Would you rather I do that in the future?”

“No, I wouldn’t rather you just appeared.” She looked hopeful. “Unless you want to show yourself to Trent. Then we’d leave and never bother you again.”

“Boring. I think I want you to hang around for a while. You two make life more interesting. Wesley can be so dull.”

Selena grabbed the roll of paper towels and tore one off. After wiping the outside of her glass, she swiped across the small spill and tossed the towel in the trash.

Great. She’d have to hope Dixie tired of having them around before the two weeks were up, or she’d be stuck here for the duration. She could’ve used her vacation days lazing on the beach. Tanning…soaking up the sun, the men. Oh, Lord, the men. Muscled bodies. A smorgasbord of tempting male flesh.

“Well, did you?” Dixie materialized. She sat on the counter with her legs crossed, waiting patiently for Selena to answer.

“Did I what?”

“Enjoy the view?” she asked on an exasperated sigh.

“The view of what?”

“Why, Trent Sanders, of course.” She gave a throaty laugh. “I know I certainly did. All that delicious hard male nakedness.” Her smile grew wicked. “And, honey, I got to see a lot more than you did. A whole lot more, and his delicious male nakedness was most definitely hard. You certainly couldn’t go wrong with him. Not very many men tempt me, but if he twitched his finger in my direction, I’d certainly come running.” She closed her eyes and sighed.

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