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.Velum!Wyatt blinked, his mind momentarily diverted from the sight of her flushed face andanimated movements. How much stuff? Enough to decorate the whole B&B with plenty to spare.Who knows how much of it isvaluable.We d have to bring in an expert.Possibly several experts.Don t know.Butthere s a theme and a marketing angle in there somewhere. At least one. Honestly, it s called Miranda s Place.We should make it her place for real.The womanhad a fascinating past. The whole house is interesting, he said. The pirate was just the beginning.The placewas a stop on the Underground Railroad.It served for a time as a home for TB victims.It s amazing.The past goes on and on.She released a happy sigh. I want this building, Wyatt.I want to make it over the wayit should be. You re not afraid of the ghost? He knew she wasn t.In truth, he was hoping she d sayshe didn t believe in ghosts. Ghost shmost! No shadowy bearded guy is going to keep me from making this placeinto a gold mine.He was about to say something, but his words caught and changed halfway to hismouth. Shadowy bearded guy? Did Bethany say he looked like that?She swallowed and her gaze slipped away. Um, no.He studied her, dread coiling in his stomach.She wasn t actually a true believer? Wasshe?  Something happened.You think you met him.She snorted, the sound much too emphatic. Nothing happened, Wyatt.I just had adream obviously prompted by all this ghost talk.He didn t believe her.Her eyes were sparkling with excitement.She got into this stuff,he knew, but now he didn t know how to take that.Part of him wanted to classify her as aparanormal nutcase, but he knew that wasn t true.Meanwhile, she must have read theskepticism on his face because she looked him dead in the eye and lied. Activeimagination.Nothing supernatural about that. You re a terrible liar, he said.She looked back down at her food. I know you don t believe, she said,  but a lot ofpeople do. Meaning, you. Meaning a lot of people. She huffed out an irritated breath. So long as no one getshurt, what does it matter?It didn t.Assuming he didn t start to doubt her sanity.Meanwhile, his brain went backto business as he mulled over the angles in his mind.She was right about the salesopportunity to the paranormal nutjobs. What would make you turn around and run fromthis place? Earthquake.Tsunami.Termites.He chuckled. No termites.But seriously, what would be a deal-breaker on this house?Forget the money.We can work out the numbers.What would be too scary for you toaccept?She took her time answering, filling the silence with the business of leaving therestaurant.They were going to walk back through scenic Cherry Moon.At least half thestorefronts were closed, but he still saw potential.Always possibilities.Sadly, thepossibilities his mind focused on right now were all pornographic.And all involvedtonight s sleeping arrangements with Megan. Wow, that s loud, Megan commented.He nodded, reading the sign above an open door. The Pirate Bar.Yo Ho Ho. And a bottle of rum, Megan added.Wyatt gestured at the deafening music coming out from the open doors. Who knewpirates loved bluegrass. They have reggae on Wednesday nights, swing dancing on Thursdays, and classic rockon Fridays.Wyatt blinked. Reggae? In the Midwest?She lifted her chin. Don t judge.Music is universal.He chuckled, then quieted.She still hadn t answered his question, and from her heavysigh, she knew he was waiting.Finally she took his arm, her fingers slipping through thecrook in his elbow as if they d always done that.As if she were his date and he were thehappiest man in the world taking a stroll with his woman at his side. I love all things horror, she said. There isn t a zombie apocalypse I haven t watched.Paranormal sleuths are my escapist reading and true life ghost stories get me everytime. Her voice trailed away into a vaguely awkward silence. But? But I ve read scary true-life stories.If we re talking sparkly lights and tingling feelings,that s one thing.Give me scents and sounds that make your back clench and your breathfreeze, and I ll belly up and ask for extra sprinkles. You know you re mixing metaphors, right? This conversation calls for a little mixing, don t you think?He chuckled. Good point.Please continue. But&  She took a deep breath. I won t endanger anyone.I know that sounds weirdgiven that we re talking about ghosts, and we really can t control anything, but  We re going to have to figure out exactly what we re selling and what we re getting. Exactly, she said, squeezing his arm. I knew you d understand. So what would make you say no-go?She grimaced. You re like a dog with a bone, she groused. I don t know. Well, think about it.You wanted the promotion and more responsibility.I m giving youprofit sharing here.So think like an owner.She jolted. You are?Oops.Had he forgotten to tell her that?  I am.But that means debt sharing too if itgoes bust [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]