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volunteer service up here
at Shadyside. The father of one of them was a resident here before he passed.”
     
    “The Black Dogs—is that his
motorcycle club?”
     
    “Yes, like you see on TV
sometimes—but without all that Hollywood gunfire and sex. Don’t you know they
always make that stuff up for the ratings?” Bonnie laughed.
     
    Sure, lady ,
thought Bridget with a smirk. “So you don’t think I should be worried about
Ghost being close to Gramps?”
     
    “I wouldn’t be, no,” said Bonnie.
“But if you’re really concerned, I’d be happy to escalate this for you.
Residents and their families are our number one priority.”
     
    Bridget shook her head. “No, no, that
won’t be necessary. Ghost didn’t do anything wrong. Like I said, I didn’t see
anything worrisome, I’m just… crossing all my T’s, I guess.”
     
    “You’re a wonderful young woman,” said
Bonnie. “Sid is lucky to have you looking out for him. Is there anything else I
can help you with today?”
     
    “I think I’m good. Thanks, Bonnie.”
Bridget hung up her phone and threw it on the couch, defeated.
     
    Hearing it from Bonnie only made her surer
that it wasn’t Gramps that was in trouble. Bridget had to admit, she hadn’t
really suspected Ghost was a bad guy—at least, not in any way that put her
family in trouble. If he was in a biker gang, he was most definitely doing bad
guy things. But it didn’t seem like he brought that trouble to Shadyside.
     
    The memory of his handsome, smirking
face rose in her mind, and Bridget felt both excited and annoyed. Honestly, it
wasn’t just the feeling of doom that was nipping at her concentration like
teething puppies—it was thoughts of Ghost, too. It had been a very long time
since any man had caught her interest in such a way that she didn’t instantly
forget him when he was out of sight.
     
    She’d thought about him all night
Friday as she ate a light dinner, drank tea, and caught up on the shows backing
up on her DVR; he was in her mind the second she woke up Saturday morning, and
she almost brought those thoughts with her to the shower. If she was honest, it
was throwing her a bit off-kilter. The men around here were so boring that he
was like Technicolor in a black and white world.
     
    Getting hit on by men was nothing new
for her. Even in the military where she worked so hard to be taken seriously,
there were cocksuckers among the ranks who only saw her as a piece of ass.
Ghost being attracted to her wasn’t world-shattering. But something else about
him—his razor wit, his big smiling eyes—had seeped through the hairline
fractures in her mind’s walls. But she couldn’t decide what she wanted more—to
kiss him, or to slap the smirk off his face.
     
    Suddenly, Ghost’s name seemed very
appropriate, because Bridget felt haunted by him.
     
    “Ugh, girl,” she said to herself with
a sigh before forcing herself up and grabbing her coffee mug. She took a small
break and brewed another pot, lazily watching the birds in her backyard picking
at the freshly mowed grass. She thought about going out for dinner, but her
yoga pants were just a bit too comfortable to seriously consider that option,
so instead she took some chicken out of the freezer and left it in the sink to
thaw.
     
    Her mind felt a little clearer when
she returned to the couch with a fresh, steaming cup of black joe. As she
lowered herself cross-legged on the couch, Bridget noticed her phone was
alight. She had missed a call while she was in the kitchen from a number she
didn’t have stored in her contacts.
     
    Bridget sat and put the coffee down
as she thumbed through the phone with her other hand. The number was local, and
for a second her heart skipped a beat and she thought: Ghost . She
waited, staring at the phone in her hand, hoping an alert for a voicemail or a
follow-up text would pop up. Every passing second made her feel more and more
like a fool.
     
    How would he even have
your