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“See, this is why I hate talking to women. As far as I’m concerned, your lips are best suited for other things.” His gaze dropped to his groin.
“As if I’d ever blow you.” Hotly exclaimed.
“You would and you’d enjoy it.”
“Shows how much you know.” I’d never been big on giving head. Although the reverse wasn’t true. Loved it when people went down on me.
“So, this cop you’re dating, Brody—”
“Brayden,” I corrected.
“How come I’ve never seen him around?”
“Because you always seem to disappear when he visits. Funny how that works.” A real poltergeist with the hots for me would have stayed to haunt his ass.
“You like this guy?”
“I thought I did.” I shrugged. “Now, I don’t know. I mean, he’s still hot and all, and I wish I’d jumped his bones when I had the chance. Now, the more he tries to be nice, the more—I don’t know—I’m turned off, I guess.” Apparently, all those magazines and cheesy surveys were right. Women preferred the bad boys. In my case, an imaginary, dead one.
“If you’re feeling neglected…” He leered in a way that tempted me.
Instead, I sighed. “I should go to bed.”
“So early?” His left brow arched.
“Given I’m hallucinating, it’s probably for the best.” I really should talk to a doctor about my Mahoney problem. Could be a brain tumor causing the issue. Or seeping gases from underneath the junkyard.
Lying in bed didn’t shut him up. Worse, Mahoney lay on the bed beside me. “What if you’re not imagining things?”
“You’re not real.” I put an arm over my eyes and tried not to shiver as he ran a finger over the bare flesh.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m the only one who sees you.”
“Because you’re obviously special, babycakes. Did you ever think maybe I don’t want to talk to anyone else?”
“Hold on.” I moved my arm to eye him. “Are you finally admitting that you’re not real?”
“I’m real to you. Real to me. But the rest of the world…” He frowned. “I feel as if there’s something missing. The reasonwhyand how I ended up caught between the living world and wherever it is I find myself.”
“Limbo?”
“I guess that’s possible.”
“You talk as if you’re dead.”
His lips twisted. “It would explain the holes in my memory.”
“What do you remember?”
“This place. The bike.” He rolled to his back and tucked a hand under his head.
“Don’t forget your sister.”
“Yeah. Ginny.” Sadness tugged his features down. “She must have been so upset when I stopped coming around.”
“It’s not your fault.” Look at me soothing the ghost of an accused serial killer. I didn’t tell him that Ginny had died before he disappeared. He seemed upset enough.
