Double Dating with the Dead by Karen Kelley Page B

She turned and strode off toward her room. She heard his door shut, none too gently, but didn’t even turn around.
    Once inside her room, she leaned against the closed door. If Wesley and Dixie appeared before him, Trent would probably make some excuse—a trick of the light, or she was using mirrors or something.
    Some people stayed blind to what went on around them.
    If that was the case, though, her career might be in serious trouble, and there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot she could do about it.
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    â€œThey’re pretty mad,” Wesley said. “You think the quivering mass of goop was too much?”
    â€œToo much? Of course not. It was in the ice box, so that makes it fair game.” A wicked grin crossed her face. “And I’m just getting started. Wait until you see this.” She floated into Trent’s room, hovering close to the ceiling. Not that he could see or hear them. She loved eavesdropping. Being a ghost did have benefits.
    â€œCon artists,” Trent muttered. “The whole family is probably in on the hoax, but I’m not buying in to their little game.”
    He flipped back the covers to put a clean sheet on the bed; his hands stilled.
    â€œPutting new sheets on the bed was a good one, darlin’,” Wesley told her.
    She preened. “I know. Let’s see how he explains this one away.”
    Trent stomped to the window and tried to raise it. His brow furrowed. He clamped his lips together and tried the window again. It still didn’t budge. “Her family had to get in some way,” he mumbled.
    â€œIt’s locked,” Dixie said, then chuckled.
    Trent moved the metal lock to the opposite position, and with only a little effort, it raised. He frowned and lowered the window, relocking it.
    Wesley moved to the picture on the wall, and with a wave of his hand, it fell to the floor.
    Trent jumped, whirling around. “Loose nail. That’s all it was.” But his gaze skirted around the room, eyes narrowed as he peered into every dark corner.
    â€œGood job,” Dixie told Wesley.
    He shrugged his shoulders and downed his head. “It’ll do for now.”
    Trent turned off the light and climbed into bed.
    Dixie’s color turned a darker shade of pink. Whistle and Ditsy. She wasn’t amused. Not one little bit. No, Selena had been right when she’d told him making a ghost mad was not a good thing.
    â€œNow what?” Wesley asked.
    Raising the palm of her hand, she blew across it. Red dust sparkled as it landed on Trent.
    â€œDixie, that was the red dust. Are you sure?”
    â€œOh, I’m sure.”
    â€œBut they don’t even like each other. You might be startin’ something that’s going to get out of hand.”
    â€œNot like each other?” She laughed. “Maybe not, but they certainly lust after each other. That’s as plain as the nose on my face.” Her eyes crossed as she looked at her transparent nose. It was still there…sort of.
    â€œIt’s a very cute nose,” Wesley offered.
    He always knew the right thing to say at the right time. Just when she needed to feel as though she had a little substance. Damn, she loved him to distraction.
    â€œCome on, let’s not leave Selena out of the dream.” He grinned and vanished in an instant.

Chapter 9
    T rent rolled to his other side, pulling the pillow closer to him. He was surrounded by fog. A cold breeze whispered over him. He shivered. The air around him suddenly warmed. He glanced around. The fog parted.
    Selena stood before him wearing the same red negligee that was trimmed in black. He pushed the covers to the side and stood. Damn, she looked even sexier tonight, even though she wore exactly the same thing as the night before.
    â€œYou’re here,” he said.
    â€œIt’s just a dream.”
    â€œThis doesn’t feel like a dream.” He reached out and touched her hair, running his