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He laughs. “Pretty sure you’re not supposed to get babies drunk.”

“See? This is why it’s good you’re the parent, and I’m not,” I laugh.

When he doesn’t join me in the laughter, I turn in his arms to face him. “What? That was funny.”

“You don’t want kids?”

I snort. “I’m about to have morning sex with my Imaginary Fiancé - so, you know - I’m a little busy at the moment.”

“I’m serious, Carolina.”

I roll my eyes. “Geez. You have sex with a guy one time, and suddenly he’s all -let’s have babies!”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

I sigh. So much for keeping things light.

“Have you ever considered children?”

“Briefly. But the older I got, without any serious boyfriends, the less I thought about it. I figured it wasn’t in the cards for me. Plus, I didn’t get the extended warranty on my lady garden.”

That puts a smile on his face. He kisses my nose. “Funny lady.”

“How about a do-over?” I kiss his mouth. “Good morning, Rambling Man.”

“Good morning, Goddess of the Gulf.”

I sit up to look at myself in the mirror. The reflection nearly scares the shit out of me. “Fuck me.”

“Already did, but happy to oblige a second day in a row,” Rand’s mouth quirks up.

“I look like seven miles of bad road,” I cover my face with my hands.

He gently removes my hands. “You look like a wanton sex goddess who was thoroughly ravished last night.”

I think about that one for a second. “Alright. I’ll allow it.”

Rand howls with laughter. “That’s my woman.”

Hiswoman. I think about that for another second. “I’ll allow that, too.”

He tickles my ribs. I pinch his ass. We’re rolling around in what’s left of the bedsheets and comforter when a chill passes over me.

“You alright?”

I swat his arm. “Stop asking me that. I’m fine. I’m just thinking about the ghost problem we have.”

I roll off the bed and get dressed. There was no way I was having a conversation about Dash while I was naked. Rand follows my lead and pulls on his “flamboyance” boxers.

“I mean, we think Dash is behind all of this, right?” I raise an eyebrow.

“We’ll get packed up and head home this morning,” Rand heads toward his room.

I stop him with a hand to his chest. “Hold on there, buckaroo. We’re not going anywhere.”

He frowns at me. “Yes, we are. You’re in danger.”

“No.You’rethe one in danger. And I think we use this to capture ourselves a possible serial killer.”