Ghost Layer, Day 1, September 7
A quick double buzz came from the door lock as the receptionist opened it.
Clare walked in and Zach had the novel experience of having his heart jump in his chest. Damn, she looked good.
Rickman stood and so did Zach, automatically moving toward her. Just a step or two and he scented the exotic fragrance she wore that reminded him of more than kisses. He fought to control a hard-on. Did the damn multiplication table.
Still, she looked good, better than he’d last seen her the morning he’d crawled out of her bed and headed to Montana. Better than he’d ever seen her.
She’d come into her own and was done with the worry over closing out her great-aunt’s estate, moving into her own home, and dealing with a gunfighter ghost. The peach sundress she wore accented her golden skin and hazel eyes. Her brown hair with red tints was rich and glossy. He thought he made a noise in his throat.
She smiled like she was glad to see him and all his irritation at the wearying day vanished.