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“Some possess a strength of will that can leave behind a strong residue when they die.”
“That does what? Can’t see one doing much damage without a body.” I had to wonder why I argued his theory. After all, I’d rather he blame a ghost than me for the killing of people.
“Sometimes insidious whispers are worse.” The ardent expression let me know he believed every word spewing from his mouth.
“Ghosts aren’t real. They’re hysterical expressions of an overwrought mind.” A fancy phrase I’d read somewhere on the internet, give or take a few big words.
“I can see you don’t want to believe me. You’re not ready yet to admit the world has mysteries we can’t always comprehend. But, one day, you’ll see. And you’ll want my aid. Call me when you do. Especially if Mahoney’s spirit appears to you. He’s dangerous, but I know how we can get rid of him.” His intent desire to help me shone through his crazy statements.
Perhaps he’d seen too much in his police career, and his mind had snapped. Whatever the case, it didn’t matter. “I won’t be calling you. Ever, Brayden.”
“I’m trying to help you. I care about you.” When he reached for me, I stepped away.
“No.” While still attractive with looks that fired my blood, I’d lost my passion for the man.
“Allie,” he murmured softly. “I know this is a lot to take in. I’ve so much to tell you.”
“I’m not interested in any of your delusional fantasies.”
“Don’t be mad. “
Mad? No. More like disappointed that he’d turned out not as expected. “You should go.”
“I’d rather stay here with you.”
Truth. I could feel it in the way he grabbed my hands so that he might move in close. He pressed hard against my lower belly, and I felt an answering tingle. No period this time to get in our way. Nothing but me.
“I think I need a bit of time to think about this. Us…” It was one thing to snicker at memes that claimed the best kind of lover or friend wouldn’t ask why you needed to bury a body but where to bring the shovel. It proved another thing to have a guy thinking that you were capable of murder and then offering to cover it up.
Romantic or a sign of something else?
“As you wish.” He didn’t push me and left.
I hated him a little for it.
CHAPTER23
I leftthe bike parked in my driveway and went into the house, still carrying my purchase. I tossed it onto the kitchen table with a grimace. So much for my giddy high of earlier. Buying the risqué outfit had brought back that feeling of the time I’d smuggled home my first thong, knowing if Mom found it, she’d call me a whore.
In retrospect, I couldn’t say what’d compelled me to buy the revealing ensemble until I heard a bag crinkle and Mahoney say, “Nice outfit. When are you going to model it for me?”
I cast him a coquettish grin as he dangled it in front of me. “Who says it’s for you?” Yes, I flirted with my hallucination.
“You’re dating a cop. Doubt he’s into the biker-chick look.”
“I don’t know. And I doubt I ever will.” My lips turned down.
“Trouble in paradise? Let me guess, still no sex.”
I grimaced. “No sex, but now, it’s by choice. The man thinks I murdered someone.”
“Cool.”
“Cool?” I whirled. “What is it with people thinking I can kill?”
“Would you prefer I said I doubted you were capable? Because if I did, I’m pretty sure you’d suddenly get all feminist on me and blah blah blah about how you’re just as capable as a man.”
“Wow, all that misogyny in one sentence. Where do I start?”
