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fine.”
    It was on the
tip of his tongue to retort a little sharply, but when she reached
back to tug on his ponytail and say, “My hero,” again, the retort
faded. “Don’t push it.”
    She
laughed.
    They drove the
remainder of the way into town in companionable silence. Rather
than turning onto the road that led to home, Ghost instead swung
into the parking lot of the late night café.
    Ali peered out
the windshield at the café then back at him with raised eyebrows.
“Hungry?”
    “Always. Come
on, Ali, get your arse in gear. Let’s get a cuppa before I drop you
off home.”
    “Sure.”
    While she
slipped her shoes on, he walked around to her door and held it open
for her, shutting and locking it behind her when she jumped out. As
she passed him, the flowery scent she wore drifted through his
senses.
    Following her
inside the café, Ghost glanced around to check out who else was
inside. It was quiet at this time of the night, only a few shift
workers and a young teenage couple on a date sat in the booths.
    Hand at Ali’s
back, he steered her over to a booth, dropping into the seat
opposite her. Picking up one of the menus, he studied it briefly
before laying it back down on the table.
    Ali was still
studying her menu, chewing on the corner of her lush bottom lip as
she did so. The red lipstick she wore made her small, even teeth
appear even whiter.
    Honest to God,
he had no idea why Ali ended up dating such losers. She could have
her pick of any decent man. His gaze wandered over her face, a face
as familiar to him as his own. Only she was a hell of a lot
prettier. Oval face, high cheekbones, long eyelashes, lush lips,
and the greenest eyes he’d ever seen. Dark green, the colour made
all the more startling when combined with the red/brown hair
tumbling around her shoulders.
    His gaze slid
lower. She wore a low cut blue dress, the bodice cupping her ample
breasts almost lovingly. He could just about imagine a man’s hands
cupping those breasts, and the fact that some loser had probably
tried to cop a feel didn’t sit well. The table hid the rest of her
from sight. No matter, he knew just what she looked like - indented
waist, generously curving hips, an ample bottom that begged to be
stroked, and legs that while plump seemed to go on forever. For a
large woman, Ali had long legs.
    He thought she
was just perfect, she had a body a man could hold onto, a waist to
grip, breasts to cup, and a derriere that jiggled a little when she
walked.
    Unfortunately,
he knew Ali didn’t think she had a perfect figure, in fact, she was
on a diet every second week. However, her will power wasn’t as good
as her smart tongue and she usually only lasted a few days.
    Personally, he
thought she was a nut for worrying so much about her figure. She
was perfect just the way she was and one day some lucky decent man would pluck her up and marry her, that is, if she
stopped dating losers long enough to give a decent man a chance.
Not likely to happen anytime soon, so he’d keep an eye on her until
then, just as he’d done all these years.
    Ali was almost
a full time job. He grinned.
    She glanced up
from her menu. “What’s so funny?”
    “Nothing.”
    The menu she
held snapped closed. “Are you laughing at me, Ghost?”
    “Honey, when
have I ever laughed at you?”
    “How long do
you have?”
    “Aw, it’s not
that bad.”
    One delicately
arched brow lifted.
    “Maybe a
little,” he admitted.
    “So glad I can
entertain you.”
    “You have no
idea, honey.” Ghost turned his attention to the waiter approaching
the table. “Hey, Tommy, how’s it going?”
    “Same old, same
old.” Tommy flipped the notepad open. “What’ll it be?”
    “I’ll have a
chicken burger and a cup of coffee.”
    “The usual,
then.”
    “Ah, yes?”
Ghost glanced across the table to find Ali grinning widely. Okay,
obviously she knew what was going on.
    Tommy didn’t
even look at her. “And what do you want?”
    “I’ll just have
a cup of