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window a dark figure lurked, watching me. I could sense his smile. So I shot him a thought right back. I’m not your average woman. You won’t run me out of my home…
    Elijah was staring at me, and I started to shake harder. The fall wind was rather cool today and my nightgown bellowed around my thighs making me look like a white cotton bell.
    “What’s…” He squinted at my room. “Going on?” he finished, though I saw realization hit him.
    “Wasps,” I said. A wild laugh escaped me, and then I snorted. How sexy. Not embarrassing at all. My cheeks colored, but my heart swelled and other parts of me grew wet thanks to the madly in love spirit inhabiting me. “I don’t want to get stung…and stung and stung.”
    “Wow.” He tried not to look at me, and I could tell it was because he was getting a huge Lanie vibe off me at the moment, which he didn’t understand. “Look, get in my truck.” He led me to his pick-up and my hand wandered up the warm expanse of his forearm at Lanie’s will. He was solid and strong despite the vulnerable vibe his illness gave off.
    “Thanks. It’s sort of cold.” I meant to say more, but my words dissolved into a clackety chattering of teeth.
    He tucked me into his warm truck, shut the door and headed toward the house. When he stood on my patio, the small cloud of wasps moved slowly toward the door but didn’t breach the doorway. Elijah shook his head, running a hand through is wheat-colored hair. He made his way through my small side garden, carefully placing his work boots as to not crush my flowers.
    “Gosh, he is a nice guy.” I snickered, then a voice swelled up out of me that wasn’t mine. It answered me.
    Lanie said, “The best.”
    I admit, even though I’m used to spirits, it freaked me out a bit. “Don’t do that,” I hissed.
    Sorry.
    Elijah shielded the sides of his head with his hands, blotting out the bright morning sun. He pressed his face to the front window, then jerked with surprise. Not good. He glanced my way and moved on to the next set of windows which would be the dining room. Same reaction.
    “Not good, not good,” I muttered.
    .
    “Yeah, I figured. We deal with you, then I deal with him,” I told Lanie.
    When Elijah headed back my way, Lanie pressed to the front of my essence. I was more her, in that moment, than me. He was coming, and she was practically vibrating. It was sweet and sexy and a bit unsettling.
    “I think you have a big problem,” he said, climbing in and slamming the door. He turned the key so the engine caught and blasted the heat to warm me. I listened to him leave a message for a man named Al to call him back about a ‘big job’. He hung up and slowly turned to face me as if I were a spooked animal. “You’re house is a swarm.”
    “I figured.” I wanted to touch him.
    “It’s a good thing you were smart enough to get out and didn’t open your bedroom door.”
    Lanie puffed up with pride, and I let her grin surface. “Thanks.”
    “And hey, about that thing…when I called you Lanie. I’m sorry.”
    My chest felt cramped with emotion. I didn’t let her speak. We waited.
    “It’s just in that moment, you reminded me so much of her. I didn’t notice it before, but now…I think I just have a head full of her,” he said. “I still miss her.”
    Her heart swelled and before I could rein her in, Lanie propelled my body onto his lap, straddling him with my legs so I was facing him. My ass hit the steering wheel and the horn beeped. I kissed him when his mouth popped open in surprise, and I felt her pour all her angst and worry and feelings of loss into that kiss. My body responded to her wants and needs and within seconds I was beyond wet between my legs, my pussy aching for him to fill me. Her…us. Personally, I was beyond ready. My hands forcing into the thick texture of his short hair, my teeth grazing the rough stubble of his jaw.
    I pushed my voice up and out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…I don’t