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    â€œYou know, it was your shenanigans that got us killed in the first place,” he reminded her.
    Dixie snapped open a feathered fan that suddenly appeared in her hand and began to flutter it rapidly in front of her face. “My shenanigans? It’s your fault we’re dead! If you hadn’t been flirting with every skirt in town, we’d still be alive. Have you forgotten about Prissy Lou McPhearson? Or Jane Billings? And what about little Miss Samantha—”
    â€œEnough!” Selena said before they could say another word. Her teeth were already chattering from the cold chills sweeping over her.
    Cripes, the water had long ago lost any of its warmth, and she was freezing while they were arguing about something that had happened at least a hundred years ago!
    â€œCan you take your quarreling elsewhere? I would like to finish my bath if you don’t mind.”
    Dixie raised her chin. “See what you’ve done now. You’ve angered her. She’ll leave, and we’ll be alone for the next one hundred or so years in this horrible place.” In a poof, she was gone.
    â€œWomen.” Wesley shook his head, but left right behind her in a flash.
    â€œFinally!” Now maybe she could get out of the freezing water! She had so many chill bumps she looked diseased. She hurriedly jerked the plug and jumped out, reaching for a dry towel.
    Warmth. She needed to get warm.
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    Trent straightened from the bathroom door where he’d been listening to Selena talk to herself. It was worse than he could’ve imagined. He might not have been far off the mark when he told his brother that Selena was demented.
    She’d been arguing with someone called Dixie and Wesley. Her voice was the only one he’d heard, though.
    Maybe she knew he was out here and thought she could convince him there were ghosts in the bathroom. That was really lame. He thought she’d be smarter than that.
    The door suddenly swung open. Selena stood before him wearing only a pair of black lace panties that barely covered anything at all.
    He couldn’t move. Not that he wanted to.
    She gasped and grabbed for her top. It was too late. He’d already seen her luscious breasts, the dusky areoles, her hard nipples.
    Damn, what did she do, take a cold bath? Did he turn her on so much that she had to cool her ardor? Nice thought. Almost as nice as the gentle curve of her hips and the way they tapered down to her long legs. In an instant, he’d taken in a lot more of Selena James than she probably wanted him to see.
    His reaction was immediate.
    She slammed the door in his face.
    And so, apparently, was hers.
    â€œMost people knock before they open a door,” she yelled.
    His eyebrows drew together. Now what was she trying to pull? “I’m not the one opening doors. That only leaves you. But hey, if you wanted to impress me with your nakedness, it damn sure worked.”
    â€œI didn’t open the door!”
    â€œI suppose Wesley or Dixie opened it.”
    Silence.
    Busted, and she knew it.
    Finally, she answered. “You may not have opened the door, but you’re definitely guilty of eavesdropping.”
    Right, like she hadn’t meant for him to hear every word. “And I suppose you’re going to try to convince me there were two ghosts in there with you.”
    The door flung open again. This time Selena was fully dressed. If you could call little black shorts and a yellow halter top dressed. Not that he minded. Hell, she was just as tempting with clothes on, even though naked was much better.
    She shoved her damp hair over her shoulder and glared at him. “By the end of two weeks you’ll be convinced,” she huffed and marched toward her room.
    Convinced the hotel was haunted? Not for a second. Convinced she was giving him a perpetual hard-on? Hell, that was a gimmie.
    He knew her game. She had a bagful of tricks. Did she think to seduce him into