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handle and you’ll be sorry. You
need to grow up and stop taking up with any idiot that crosses your
path. Not every handsome face is an indication of a decent
bloke.”
    Yeah yeah
yeah . She rolled her eyes.
    “Don’t roll
your eyes at me, missy.”
    “You can’t see
me.”
    “I know what
you’re doing. You’ve been doing it since the first time I picked
you up after that loser, Paul, left you beside the creek.”
    “I was in high
school!”
    “And things
haven’t changed.” His gaze raked over her before returning to the
road. “Not even the eye rolling.”
    That was true.
Ever since Ali could remember, Ghost had been there for her. One
phone call and he’d pick her up after yet another disastrous date.
One sniffle and he was by her side ready to defend her honour. He’d
been a good friend and as such, he said things to her that she’d
never allow anyone else to say.
    “So why didn’t
you call me?” he asked.
    “I left the
mobile at home.” Ali winced a little.
    Sure
enough…
    “Damn it, Ali,
did you leave your brains home tonight as well?” He demanded
angrily.
    “It wouldn’t
fit in my purse.” She glared out of the windshield. “And I mean my
mobile, in case you’re going to be smart.”
    “You know you
should never go out without your mobile.”
    “Are you
finished telling me off?”
    “Not by a long
shot.”
    “Then you can
just drop me off right now, because I’m not in the mood.”
    She felt his
gaze on her even though she refused to look at him. Silence filled
the cab but he didn’t slow down, not that she expected him to. No
matter how angry he was, Ghost would never leave a woman standing
on the side of the road,
    As the silence
lengthened, shame crept through Ali. Another common feeling when it
came to these kinds of meetings.
    Finally, she
said, “I’m sorry, Ty.”
    ~*~
    There was no
way Ghost could remain angry with Ali, not when she called him by
his real name, Ty. When she called him Ty, it meant she was really
sorry. She might not realise it herself, but years of being her
best friend had made it pretty obvious to him.
    Shit. He could
never remain angry with her when she was really sorry. His grip
eased on the steering wheel and he mentally shook his head. Alissa
Mackay was going to be the death of him one day.
    He might not be
able to clearly see her face in the cabin but he could hear the
subduedness in her tone. Every smart answer was gone, every eye
roll, everything that was guaranteed to annoy and amuse him,
depending on the situation, which was currently at the annoying
stage.
    Sometimes Ali
Mackay was a danger to herself. Ghost rolled his own eyes. Always
had been, always would be. God knew being her friend was a mixture
of good and bad.
    “So,” he said
quietly, “want me to find this date of yours and beat him up?”
    “Ex-date. And
no, otherwise I’d have to bail you out of gaol again.”
    “I was in high
school that time and it was detention.”
    “Same
difference.” There was a hint of humour in her voice.
    Glad to hear
the fading of sadness, he replied in mock sternness, “You dated a
jerk and I dumped him in the school swimming pool, all for your
honour if you remember correctly.”
    “Right in the
middle of the school swimming carnival.” Ali laughed. “Disrupted
the year ten swimming contest in front of everyone, including the
parents.”
    “The things I
do for you.” He shook his head, smiling.
    Ali slipped her
high heels off and massaged her feet. He just bet she had on red
nail polish. “My hero.”
    “Maybe you
should take some joggers on your next date.” Out of the corner of
his eye, he saw her angle her head to frown at him. “Along with
your mobile.”
    “Very
funny.”
    “Or here’s an
idea, honey. You could go in your car and then you could dump his arse on the side of the road.”
    “Ha ha.”
    Reaching
across, he ruffled her hair. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
    She batted his
hand away. “I’m fine. I’m always