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knelt between my thighs. His sedated expression, hooded eyes, and damn delicious smile greeted me. I drew in a long breath, dropped down on the pillow, and allowed myself the right to recover.
    Once my breathing returned to a normal pace, and my heart no longer pounded, I jumped off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
    I bee-lined it for the bathroom to wash my hands. Kipp might not need to wash up after since as a ghost he could masturbate, but never had any of the mess, I wasn’t a ghost. Once I dried them in the hand towel, I returned to him in a jiffy.
    I soared onto the bed and it bounced beneath me. Of course Kipp stayed perfectly still since in all actuality he floated on the bed, not really touching it. I lay on my side, facing him, and he trailed his icy finger along my thigh. A shiver eased my heated, spent flesh.
    I snuggled into the pillow. His warm gaze stared deeply. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine, yet only a cold breeze brushed across my mouth instead of pressure. Not that I minded.
    Sex might be full of fantasies, and I never had the chance to know how he felt in the flesh, but we managed just fine. Sex with Kipp was always good. Ghost or not.
    “Now that we’ve got our minds focused again.” He winked. “We have some things to discuss.”
    “Must you always ruin every romantic moment?” I huffed. More than once he’d take a moment that could be sweet and end it in split second.
    He arched an eyebrow. “I never once said I was the romantic type.”
    “No shit,” I countered. “It’s a good thing I don’t care about romance or we might have a problem.” I leaned up on the pillow, glancing down at him. “So what do you want to discuss that’s so important it couldn’t wait until after I’m done staring at you adoringly.”
    “Me.”
    I grinned, just to tease him. “A girl might take offense that her lover only ever wants to talk about himself.”
    “Tess, we need to discuss what’s going on with me.” He frowned. “You have to stop avoiding the conversation.”
    Maybe I had been. Sue me. I preferred to live in my bubble of delusion where Kipp wasn’t actually a ghost, and everything was peachy keen. “So talk.”
    He drew in a long deep breath, which was out of habit since he didn’t need to breathe. “We have yet to figure out why I’m still here. Why I’m so different than the ghosts you’ve met.”
    He didn’t need to spell it out. I’d be aware of how different he was from day one. He never once acted like a normal ghost. He had his memories intact, didn’t understand his purpose to cross over, and I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to know the answers. I wanted him to stay put. Not search for answers to leave. “I know you want to find out this stuff, but I have no clue why you’re different.”
    “Then we need to find someone to ask.”
    I inhaled deeply, wishing away my thoughts, but realizing it was our best shot. “We could ask Dane.”
    “No,” he replied, his tone curt.
    I studied my ghost, searching for a hint of his feelings, but found none. “What’s your deal with him?”
    He shifted onto his back and scowled at the ceiling. “He has bad intentions.”
    “How can you know that?” I laughed. “We’ve had one conversation with him. From what I saw he only wants to help me understand my ability.”
    He glanced at me. “Call it cop’s intuition.”
    I might have doubted him, but I’d seen his intuition in action with the Hannah Reid case. It proved accurate. “You think he’s up to no good?”
    He settled onto his side and resumed his trailing of my thigh with his cold touch. “To put it simply.”
    I nibbled my lip, staring at him, wondering if he was only telling half-truths. “Are you sure you’re not worried that he’s handsome? I can tell you that I’m not—”
    He shook his head, interrupting me with a stern look. “It’s not that. I’m not jealous of him.”
    “Sure, you’re not,” I replied, not believing that