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“Hey,” I say, whirling around, hoping to see that blonde ghost. “If you want something, tell me. Because I have a lot of other shit going on right now, and I don’t want to sound mean, but I don’t really have time for supernatural passing out, okay?”

Nothing happens, and I let out a sigh. I can sense Hunter right behind the door as I unlock it, and he rushes out, tail wagging like mad.

“I missed you too,” I tell him, dropping to my knees to wrap my arms around him. He licks my face and then takes off, running into the yard to do his business. My phone rings as I’m standing there watching Hunter.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Hey, babe,” Ethan replies. “You leaving work now?”

“I just got home, actually. What are you doing?”

“Driving back to Syracuse. I talked to Isaac about tracking Pricolici back to their master.”

“And?” I wrinkle my nose.

“And it’s dangerous, hard as fuck, but not impossible. I’ve had worse odds.”

“That’s, uh, reassuring. Do you want to go out for dinner tonight? We never got to last night.”

“Should I be sorry about that?”

“Oh, definitely not.” I smile, feeling heat rush through me as I think about last night.

“Then yeah, let’s go out. It’s Friday, after all, which I believe is a normal date night for people.”

“Is it? I’m not familiar with normal stuff.”

Ethan laughs. “I can be at your place in an hour and a half.”

“Well, I better start getting ready then. I’ll see you soon.”

“Be safe, Anora,” he says, ending the call.

“Come on, boy,” I call to Hunter, who bounds up the back patio and comes into the house. I lock the door behind me. An hour and a half may seem like plenty of time, but I know myself and know how easily I can waste said time, so I hustle to get showered, take care of my animals, change my sheets, do a quick vacuum, and put makeup on.

I’m on the couch, several chapters into a new romance novel, when Ethan rings the doorbell. Butterflies flap in my stomach as I hurry to answer the door, and that feeling only intensifies when I see him.

He steps in and takes me in his arms, putting his lips to mine. Kicking the door closed behind him, Ethan spins us around and pushes me up against it, kissing me harder.

“I missed you too,” I pant between kisses, and we walk tangled together to the couch. There’s a good chance we’re not going to make it to dinner at the time we anticipated, but like last night, I don’t care.

Straddling Ethan, I push my hair out of the way and go in for another kiss. I’ve never been so turned on so fast before, and my body is begging to feel more of Ethan’s touch. His hands slide up my waist, and I widen my legs, feeling his cock get hard beneath me.

And then someone else touches me, and the cold fingers that land on my shoulder make me jump.

“Fuck,” I exclaim and dive against Ethan, turning around just in time to see a gray shadow moving across the living room.

“What’s wrong?”

“I felt and then saw a ghost.”

Ethan is immediately on high alert. “Is it still there?”

“No,” I say, but my heart is racing. “I didn’t get a good look at it. I think it was your run-of-the-mill, just passing through spirit.” I grit my teeth. I knew I shouldn’t have had a séance inside my house. “Fucker startled me though.”

“Yeah, it would startle me too.” Ethan combs his fingers through my hair. “You okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine. Sorry the mood was ruined. Do you hate me now?”

“Why would I hate you?”

“Because of cock-blocking ghosts, that’s why.”

“Well, you do already suffer from supernatural narcolepsy, so I’ll go easy on you this time.”

“This time?” I arch my eyebrows.

“Yes. This time. Next time, I fully expect a blow job no matter how many ghosts are in the room. Just burn some sage first.”

I try to keep a straight face as I nod but end up laughing. “Burning sage before we leave might be a good idea,” I say, so fucking grateful to have someone that not only believes me one hundred percent like this, but actually knows how to deal with the supernatural too.

Ethan’s hands go to my ass, giving it a squeeze. “Let’s do it then.”

Chapter Twenty

I wake up to my phone dinging on the nightstand next to me. Ethan and I are both naked in bed together again, and since I don’t have to be anywhere until later, I reach for my phone so I can put it on silent. It’s eight-thirty AM, and Harrison is the one texting me. Blinking my eyes open, I unlock my phone and read his message.

Harrison: I saw Laney last night.

Me: Okay?

Harrison: You weren’t with her. You told Dad you were.


Tags: Emily Goodwin Grim Gate Paranormal