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what I am, but I like it . Nathan wondered if he deluded himself, but he swore his heart beat loud and strong, bringing life to every single cell of his body. If this is purgatory, I’ll gladly stay, even if I can’t leave the bloody house .
    “ What the hell?” The front door flew open. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You can’t do this. Ghosts can’t do this. I don’t want you in my house.”
    Nathan turned to see Sara, a mixture of fury and fear on her face, brandishing a paper bag of groceries like a warrior’s shield.
    He rose to his feet. “I’ve told you, I cannot leave.” As he watched, her eyes flicked from him to the fireplace and back to him.
    “ How did you do that?” She tilted her head toward the blaze.
    “ The same way any man builds a fire.”
    With jerky movements, Sara kicked the door shut behind her and set the bag down on the couch. “No. Listen to me.” Her voice sounded strained, her words forced. “How did you do that? You’re dead. You’re a ghost. A ghost can’t build a fire in my fireplace.”
    Without hesitation, she strode toward him, a hand outstretched. Her index finger poked him in the chest. She drew her hand back as if she’d been burned. Nathan watched the blood drain from her face.
    “ How? Who are you?”
    Nathan caught her as her knees buckled and gave way. He swung her up into his arms.
    “ This can’t be happening,” she murmured, her mouth pressed against his shirt. “You can’t do these things. It’s not possible.”
    “ I don’t know what’s possible and what isn’t,” he replied, his voice rough. He didn’t bother to hide his raw, desperate need for her. “Sara, I’m taking you to bed.”
    “ But the ice cream and the…” Her protest was surprisingly mild.
    “ It will keep. I don’t know that I can. I may not have much time.”
    Sara lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She seemed to be studying him, wondering if he was real or nothing more than a dream. He thought she might ask a question, but instead she wrapped both arms around his neck and nodded. Nathan needed no more encouragement. Either God or the devil or both had given him this opportunity and he did not intend to waste a single moment.
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    “ I don’t understand.” Sara trailed light fingers over the damp skin of Nathan’s chest.
    Nathan gave a snort of laughter. As if I do . “What don’t you understand?”
    Her fingers dipped lower, skidding across his narrow waist. “Any of this, how this is possible and why I’m, why I’m a willing participant in whatever this is.”
    Lifting himself up on an elbow, Nathan ran a hand along the side of her face. He twined a lock of her auburn hair around his fingers, playing. “Are you saying you regret what we’ve just done?” He searched her eyes, waiting for an answer.
    “ Strange as it sounds, no, I don’t regret being with you. But Nathan, it’s not real. It can’t be real. You’re a dream, or something straight out of a dream. You’re a ghost, incorporeal.”
    He reached for her hand and pressed her palm flat against his chest. “Can you feel that?”
    Sara nodded. “Your heart’s beating.”
    His eyes locked on hers, he drew the soft hand lower, until she caressed his erection. “Tell me, Sara, can you feel this?”
    She responded with a grin so crooked it brought a smile to his own face. “Oh, yes,” she whispered. “I’ve already felt that part of your anatomy a number of times. But Nathan…”
    He stopped her words with a kiss. When at last he lifted his head, he heard her whisper his name once more, the sound barely more than a sigh against his cheek. He parted her legs with his own and entered her, his body shivering with need, eager to make up for five hundred years of delayed gratification.
    Eyes closed, Sara arched against him and if she had a question, Nathan sensed she’d forgotten all about it. His mouth descended once again, but this time, his lips closed around her small, hard