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what was quickly becoming the worst hangover ever recorded in human history.
    Then she had called.
    When his secretary buzzed to tell him Karmic Consultants was on line one, he’d experienced a brief flare of something—not quite excitement, but definitely not dread—at the idea that it was Jo, but the voice on the other end of the line had none of her sassy brass. Although there was a healthy helping of sex appeal to make up for the lack.
    Then what the woman was saying in that fuck-me-suck-me voice registered and Wyatt found himself growling into the phone like an untrained dog.
    “I am not haunted!”
    He hadn’t meant to shout. He winced, images of his sane, normal employees pausing in their daily routines at the unexpected verbal explosion from their boss’s office running through his head.
    “Jo is very good at what she does, Mr. Haines,” Karma purred soothingly. “If she suspects there is spirit activity within your body, it is in your best interest to allow her to deal with the phenomenon.”
    Wyatt could think of a number of things Jo Banks could do with his body, but none of them involved spirits or could be repeated in polite company. Although, she had mentioned that some of the Karmic Consultants worked in the nude. Maybe there could be some overlap between her professional life and what he wanted her to do to him personally. Wyatt shook away a very graphic image and focused on growling at her boss.
    “Ms. Karma—”
    “It’s just Karma.”
    Wyatt rolled his eyes. Of course it is . “Karma. I have tried to be understanding. I think I have maintained a very open mind up to this point. I allowed your employee access to the house. I allowed her to do…what she did, and I have every intention of paying your bill.” The last thing he needed was Kooks-R-Us publicly suing him for non-payment. “I do not, however, have time to entertain fantasies about ghosts and spirits when I have a business to run.”
    Wyatt thought he’d been very clear. Very final.
    Karma simply purred, “You fantasize about ghosts?”
    He nearly swallowed his tongue. “Excuse me?”
    “You said you don’t have time to entertain fantasies. I’d say it’s safe to guess that doesn’t refer to the ghosts, but the ghost exterminator.”
    Wyatt cleared his throat, but it sounded more like he was choking.
    Karma’s voice hummed throatily through the phone even as she scolded him soundly. “Jo Banks is a professional, Mr. Haines. The sooner you realize that she is just trying to do her job—her legitimate job—the sooner I believe you will realize that this isn’t about fantasies or delusions, but about a very real concern for our client’s wellbeing. Your wellbeing.”
    “I’m well. My wellbeing is fine. I don’t need her.”
    “We do have other mediums. None are quite as proficient in this particular area as Ms. Banks, but if it would make you more comfortable to work with someone else—”
    “ No . It has to be Jo.” Wyatt winced and backpedaled as soon as he realized what his mouth had said without his permission. “It has to be a no ,” he stressed, lamely covering his tracks. “I don’t need anyone. Ms. Banks was perfectly satisfactory,” every luscious, edible, mentally unstable inch of her , “but I do not require any further assistance from your company.”
    “Of course there would be no charge for this as it would be considered part of the original service,” Karma persisted.
    “It isn’t the money,” Wyatt growled. He’d resigned himself to throwing money after folly before he’d called Karmic Consultants in the first place. “I simply do not need any distractions right now and this fiasco can’t possibly be anything else.”
    “Mr. Haines…”
    “This is not negotiable. Our business is concluded. Goodbye.”
    Wyatt disconnected with a finality that would have been much more gratifying if he hadn’t had the uncomfortable sensation that their business was not as thoroughly concluded as he