When Rob’s sister passed away, she left him her dog and house. He can handle being a dog owner, but doesn’t need another home. Especially one the neighbor swears is haunted. Then he meets Bridget. She needs a cheap place to live and he has a house in need of repairs. He might have found the perfect way to get to know her better.
Bridget is working on getting her life together after an auto accident left her scarred in more ways than one. But it’s time to move on, starting with leaving her parent’s house...again. Broke, she can’t pass up free lodging, regardless of the shape it’s in. Or the roommate that’s part of the package. She’s never believed in ghosts, now she’s living with one.
Charlie may be dead, but she’s not gone. And she’s certainly not about to let the one person who can see her slip away. She has to prove she didn’t commit suicide before the killer decides Rob’s next.
Rob pulled her bicycle out of the back and jogged over to the building. After leaning the bike against the wall and making sure it wouldn’t fall over, he helped himself inside.
He’d never come in this way, he’d always used the front entrance. A round table with chairs inhabited the middle of the room and a refrigerator stood at the end of a counter containing a coffeepot and microwave. The coffee aroma nearly masked the antiseptic smell the place always held.
His breath caught in his throat. She stood by the coat rack, her long-sleeve T-shirt clinging to her breasts like a second skin. Rain had always been a nuisance, costing his business time and money, but if he could see her like this every day, rain would be welcomed.
Kate appeared from the hallway wearing a white lab coat over casual attire. “Bridget, what the hell happened to you? And what are you doing here, Rob?”
This was Bridget? He’d heard about her accident. She wasn’t anything like he’d expected. He’d assumed she was disfigured, or something worse. Not a vibrant, beautiful, woman.
“I fell off my bike and Rob was kind enough to stop.”
Oh yes, her bike. “Yeah, about that. I put it out by the door. Is that okay? Or I could take it to get repaired.” Then he’d have a real excuse to visit her again.
Bridget grimaced in embarrassment. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. The door’s fine. I can take care of it. You’ve done enough. Thank you.”
Damn. He’d have to figure out another way.
“You fell off your bike?” Kate grasped Bridget’s shoulders and turned her around in an examination. “Did you hurt yourself?”
Bridget shrugged free. “I’m fine. The bike is in worse shape.” She picked up her backpack. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go in the back and clean up. Thanks again for the ride, Rob.”
“No problem. Glad I could help.”
She turned and walked away, showing a fine ass, too. But she favored her left leg. Maybe she’d gotten hurt more than she would admit.
He tore his gaze from Bridget. Kate stared at him with hands on her hips.
Shit. Caught red-handed.