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toward the petite woman, who was staring up at him with those almost-too-big blue eyes, and asked, “I heard screaming. Is everything okay?”
    She blinked twice, then shrugged, her big old coveralls flapping around her body. “I’m not sure.” She jerked her thumb toward the house. “I was inside and, and well… earlier Errol thought he felt cold spots…and then I heard this bang…and I think a scream, and there was a rush of air.” She stopped talking, and took a breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually ramble on and I’m sure there is a logical explanation for all this. I mean, it’s not like I believe in ghosts.”
    Sam held his hand out for a shake and gave her a wide smile. “I’m Sam Doherty. Ghost hunter.”
    Her eyes widened as they went from Sam to Errol back to Sam again. “Oh, I didn’t mean… I didn’t realize it was you.”
    “You know me?” he asked, the richness in his voice seeping under her skin and affecting her in the strangest ways.
    “Errol mentioned that he could get you to help me.” She slipped her hand into his, and when his fingers curled around hers for a shake, he realized just how small she really was. His glance moved over her again. As he took in her five-sizes-too-big coveralls, he couldn’t help but wonder more about the girl who kept her figure hidden and her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. The tomboy look she was going for didn’t really seem to suit her, yet it did prove to intrigue him more. Since Sam was a man who could see more than most, he took a moment to look beyond the image she presented to the world. He suddenly found himself visualizing what she’d look like in clothes that actually fit her small frame, or better yet, no clothes at all…
    “And here Errol never mentioned a thing about you,” he said.
    His eyes moved over her flushed cheeks, taking a long time to access her. Even without makeup she was gorgeous, in a girl-next-door, wholesome kind of way. And that mouth…wow. With just a little pout to it, that mouth was made for kissing. His lips twitched, and he fought the natural inclination to lean into her, to press his lips to hers to see if they felt as soft as they looked.
    Of course, unlike all his friends, who were settling down and having kids, he hadn’t come back to Whispering Cove looking for long term. Been there, done that . But while he was here, he sure wasn’t opposed to getting to know the girl that Errol had seemed to take a liking to. Not that he could blame him. There was just something about this girl, and the sweetness she exuded, that brought out the protector in a guy.
    With her hand still in his, he asked, “And you are?”
    “I’m Lex Miller.”
    A wide grin split his mouth.
    “What?” She pulled her hand from his, a challenging look on her face as she glared at him, like she was waiting for some smart-assed comment.
    Since he didn’t want to disappoint her…
    “Lex?” he asked, thinking back to all the times he and Jon had camped out in their backyards, spending hours poring over Superman comic books. “As in Lex Luthor, Superman’s nemesis?”
    “No,” she said. And even though the stain on her cheeks was deepening, she angled her head in a defiant manner and held her own against his teasing. Damned if he didn’t like that about her. “As in Alexis Miller, old house restoration and modernization specialist.”
    He stepped closer and when he caught the sweet citrus scent of her skin, he bit back a moan. “Now what a team we make,” he said, giving her a playful wink to let her know he was teasing…sort of. “You don’t believe in ghosts, and I don’t believe in restoring old houses.”
    At least not anymore.
    Before he could say more, he got a glass cane to the gut. Hard. He bent forward and let out an agonized oomph.
    Errol poked him again and growled, “What’s your dang problem, boy? You leave your manners in New Mexico? Why, if your father…”
    As Errol continued with his litany,