Page 61 of The Ghost and the Graveyard (Knight Games 1)
Embarrassed, I felt obligated to defend my honor. "We fooled around but, you know, nothing more."
A relieved sigh came from his side of the table.
What? Who did he think he was prying into my private life? If he wanted me to stay away from Rick, he needed to give a better explanation. "Why do you care so much, Logan?" I snapped.
He formed next to me, his aura burning brighter than I'd ever seen it. As if on impulse, he leaned in and kissed me. The cool vibration of his lips sent tingles over my scalp and down my spine.
When he pulled away, he broke apart and sifted into the air vent.
So much for my theory that Logan's intentions were solely platonic. Body or no body, his kiss was more than friendly.
I Don't Even Get Dinner First?
Friday was usually my day off, but I'd picked up an extra shift. I was glad I did. Logan had made me breakfast again, but I avoided him. Confused about the kiss and not wanting to broach the subject of my date with Rick, I tossed a quick "Thank you," over my shoulder as I took the scone and coffee he'd made to go, never giving him an opening for conversation.
Similarly, I worked late so that I would be rushed getting ready. I showered and primped, slipping into my favorite little black dress as quickly as possible. The material was the perfect balance of stretch and drape, capable of hiding an array of imperfections while simultaneously enhancing my body's best assets. In other words, it was the perfect dress for another hot date with Rick. I zipped on my favorite knee-high black boots and checked myself out in the mirror.
"You look amazing." Logan's voice startled me, and I turned toward the door to see him leaning against the frame. The botanical print from the hall was barely visible through his cloudy form. Shit. I felt like a teenager caught sneaking out.
"Thanks," I said. "Hey, you're out early."
"I wanted to see you before you left."
"It's good to see you, too."
"Can I ask you something?" He stepped into the room, but in his current form, it was more like he floated.
"I'm kind of in a hurry-"
"If I were human," he blurted, "could you see us, you know, dating?"
I thought about that for a minute. I didn't want to lie. If Logan's ghost looked anything like he did when he was alive, then he was undeniably attractive. I'm sure if I'd met him in the flesh, physical attraction would've been a real possibility. Logan was a kind soul, with or without a body. "I think when you kissed me last night that it was more than a friendly kiss. I think you meant it. Like when a man kisses a woman."
"Yes. I did."
I tucked my hair behind my ear and bit my lip. "I was afraid you might say that. It doesn't feel right to pursue something with you. I'm sorry."
"Is it because I don't have a body?"
"No," I said. "It's not just because you're a ghost. You're a good man, Logan, and I do find you attractive. I'm just not...available."
The expression that rippled through him made his aura glow brighter and the lights blink. "Because of the caretaker." He said caretaker like it was a curse.
"I need to go." I grabbed my purse off the dresser and passed him to get to the door.
"This can't wait. There's something else I need to tell you."
I stopped in the hallway. "What is it?"
"You asked me to talk to Prudence."
"Yes! Will she speak with me?"
He frowned. "Only in the attic. Unfortunately, you'll need a key. The door that opens for me is a metaphysical one. It won't work for you."
"She's come out before. Why can't she talk to me down here?"
"Prudence has different rules. The key is like an, um, pass to speak with her."
