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she wore nothing beneath the robe.
    But he wanted to kiss her first. He needed to taste her. Feel her lips move along his.
    Make love to her mouth with his tongue. Taste. Feast. Fill this hunger.
    His mind was a whir of thoughts. Of desires. Each one sifting and battling for supremacy. Lust edging out, leading the way.
    Wait…no. They couldn’t…
    Thoughts that should have been foremost. Images of why they were here in the first place rushed him.
    His brother. Teddy.
    They had to…
    Automatic writing. Sabrina.
    Possession.
    “Sabrina.” Her name came out on a gasp, his hands clamoring for a hold on her shoulders. Wrenching her away. “Sabrina, wait. Look at me!” he roared when she persisted. His voice dropped low, soft after she stopped struggling. “Look at me.” 24

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    His reflection appeared in her dilated pupils. He should have asked more questions. He shouldn’t have insisted they try this.
    “Sabrina.”
    She licked her moist lips before biting down on one. “You have the most incredible eyes, you know,” she said on a sigh.
    Damn it. “Sabrina, it’s me. Jason. Your neighbor.” He studied her face for any sign of recognition and found none. “Do you remember me? What we’re doing here?” A spark of life ignited behind her blank stare. “Jason?”
    “Jason Raines. I live in 4B. Who are you?” His heart trickled to its normal pace, his dick slowly deflating. Whatever happened in the past few minutes had never been meant to be. Not like this.
    “Sabrina Turner.” She blinked slowly, her pupils returning to little pinpricks until the beautiful hazel color reflected once again. “And I’m…so…incredibly stupid.” Jason reached forward and pulled tight the lapels of her robe, holding it closed until she could refasten the belt around her waist. They worked together in silence, neither looking at the other. “What happened there?”
    “Another hazard of who I am,” she said dismissively. She withdrew from his embrace, keeping a few feet separating them now.
    He shrugged what remained of his shirt back into place, wanting with every cell in his body to question her more, but now that his senses had returned, he remembered their purpose together. “Did it work?” he asked when he gave up the search for the missing buttons.
    Sabrina looked up sharply. She bent and retrieved the fallen papers from the floor with a strangling grip. Her eyes didn’t meet his when she shoved them in his direction.
    “If your brother came tonight, his message will be somewhere in here. Take this and go.”
    Go? They had a lot to talk about. His brother…their actions. “Sabrina.” Palpable disdain rolled off her. Whatever thoughts she harbored did not paint him in a good light.
    Sabrina walked to the front door and threw it open. Hand on hip, she stood in the open doorway and announced, “Go, Jason. Consider us even.”
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    Sabrina gave up on sleep when the sun crested the horizon.
    Just had to contact the dead, didn’t she? Just had to speak with one of them mere hours after He’d relieved her of their voices. For what? Because a handsome man helped her out when she needed it?
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    minutes. Trapped, she watched her own body betray her by kissing Jason. Touching him. After a while, she didn’t know whether it was the spirit doing those things or her.
    Stupid horny spirit.
    Stupid horny her.
    Morning ablutions out of the way, she set about looking for something to eat.
    Saturday mornings were meant for biscuits and gravy, but the thought of cooking for one—again—didn’t sit well with her today.
    Of course, she could make some and do the neighborly thing…
    Oh, for Christ’s sake , get a hold of yourself. If since he’d first moved in two months ago she hadn’t tried to jump his bones,