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snickered. “I said nothing about fucking senseless on the couch, dining room table, stairs, and finally the bed.”
    “I am who I am and I don’t lie.” He shifted in his seat to cover the growing erection behind his zipper. Maybe she knew more about sharing her thoughts than she let on. “Although your ideas sound like a better plan.”
    She shook her head. “Just direct me to the house so I can get this evening over with.”

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    Ten minutes later, Samara parked in front of bay thirty-six of the Hindeman Condominiums. Lush, thick flowers festooned the hanging baskets on each balcony, which manicured grass outlined the ebony lot. “I’m not surprised you live here.” She gazed up at the dreary slate grey building. Lines of polished green tinted glass ringed each floor and reflected the darkening clouds overhead. “Only the finest?”
    Ryan snorted. “Hardly. I got the condo as a gift from my Aunt Ella Mae. She said I needed a place to settle down with a good girl.”
    Samara stared at him. She fit the good girl requirement, but settling down? With her? She clamped her teeth down hard on her tongue, drawing a drop of blood. Even if he was the type to settle down, a few hours wasn’t long enough to decide if things could last for more than a moment.
    Keep him close.                                                                 
    Her eyes widened. Ryan’s lips never moved, but she could’ve sworn he spoke. “What did you say?”
    His brows knotted. “I didn’t say a thing. Did you hear someone?”
    Samara shook her head. Someone spoke to her. Either she needed sleep—alone—or his cologne had etched itself onto her brain. No way would she have irrational thoughts like hearing voices on her own.
    Ryan clicked a button on his key fob, opening the garage door. “I see she brought my car back. Why don’t you pull into the other bay? No one else is using it.”
    “I’m not parking in another person’s garage spot.”
    “It’s mine.”
    Blushing, Samara crept forward into the bay. “You inherited well.”
    “ Meh , it sucks if there’s no one to share it with.” Ryan exited the car and rounded the trunk. Before she realised where he was, he tugged open her car door. “Want to room with me?”
    She says yes!
    Samara stood up with a jerk and forced her gaze around the dark garage. The voice was back and sounded feminine. She fisted her keys. The joke was beyond funny, edging into irritation territory. “Who said that?”
    The soft tone of Ryan’s voice captured her attention. “What did you hear?”
    “I thought someone answered you.” She took a deep breath, letting the exhale flow past her lips. Something seemed off besides the cockamamie voices speaking to her. The only spare key for her car lay in the bottom of her purse. If he had his keys, then whoever brought his car back had a set. Like a girlfriend. “This won’t work, so why don’t you email me the plans and we’ll IM or something?”
    “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
    “And how are you so sure? I don’t want to interrupt whatever you have with your friend.”
    He cocked his head. “Come inside and we’ll talk. I can explain a lot of it. Besides, aren’t you hungry? I might not have heard the voice, but I sure heard your stomach growl.”
    She pinched the bridge of her nose. Leaving sounded better than hanging around, but the tangy scent of the vinegar fries whet her palette. If she had no other gifts, she had been blessed with a healthy appetite. “No ghosty mumbo-jumbo to get into my pants, and if I see another woman in there, I’ll cut off your nuts.”
    “I should be hurt,” he said and laced the fingers of his free hand with hers, “but I’m not. Even with the threat of castration, you’re too much of a good thing to screw this up.”
    She wanted to swat away his words, to let them roll off her back. Her inner romantic filed