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he was trying desperately to hide. Oh, you are mine , buddy. All mine.
    Not that she wanted him, of course. Neurotic businessman was not her type. But he was pretty damn edible and just because she had never been one for casual flings in the past didn’t mean she couldn’t start now. If she was going to begin her life as a tramp, there were worse places to start than on top of Wyatt Haines.
    “Did you hear that?” He turned to look sharply past her toward the house then spun around as if reacting to a noise behind him. The house remained completely quiet as he twisted around himself.
    “Hear what?” she asked, disinterested. God, he’s such a coward . He couldn’t even talk to her about the fact that he clearly wanted her. He had to change the subject and he couldn’t even come up with anything more plausible than hearing imaginary noises.
    He whipped around again, nearly tripping himself. “There! That sound! Do you hear it?”
    “Nope. What’s it sound like?”
    “There it is again! What is that?”
    “That’s what I just asked you,” Jo remarked dryly.
    “It sounds like— What the hell?” Wyatt took two stumbling steps forward, right into Jo.
    She caught herself, her hands closing over his biceps. “Wyatt, you really don’t have to pretend—”
    His body jerked forward again. Jo found herself mashed between his firm torso and the door, but only for a moment. The door swung open behind her and together they fell into the foyer.
    “Oomph!”
    Wyatt put his hand behind her head to keep it from cracking on the hardwood floor, but he wasn’t able to stop himself from landing on top of her. The man weighed a ton and a half.
    “Sorry,” he muttered, rolling off her and sitting up.
    “We always seem to end up on the floor,” Jo complained, groaning a little as she propped herself up on her elbows.
    Wyatt didn’t respond. He was too busy twitching and trying to look in every direction at once.
    “Wyatt? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, buddy,” Jo quipped.
    No response.
    A prolonged moaning wail echoed through the house, starting in the rafters above them and spiraling down like a tornado.
    Jo sat up all the way. “Okay. That I heard.” And it made no sense whatsoever. When she had left the night before, the ghosts had all been exterminated. All except the two in Wyatt, that is.
    She opened her second sight and looked at him to see if his two residents had skipped town and were now hard at work rattling the rafters, but the green marbles were lodged in his abdomen, vibrating with frenzied energy and battering themselves against the inside of his abs as if trying to break out of the solid flesh. She looked up and unfocused her physical eyes, letting her mind’s eye take a wider view.
    “Oh shit .”
    There were ghosts in the house, all right. Dozens of them, by the look of it. Twining around the banisters, hanging from the chandeliers, and snaking through the floorboards. They were everywhere and they were all in motion. Toward the kitchen.
    “Oh shit? What do you mean ‘oh shit’? What’s wrong?”
    Jo looked at Wyatt and tried to think of something besides “I fucked up” to explain the situation. What would Karma say? Jo climbed to her feet and offered Wyatt a hand up, accompanied by the frenzied clanging of the pipes as the ghosts around them made their presence known.
    “Well, Mr. Haines, it appears your house is still haunted. Mazel tov .”
     

Chapter Ten: Tiny Tim, the Slut
     
    Jo stood in the lobby of Karmic Consultants with her arms folded across her chest, one foot tapping irritably as she glared daggers at the little twit who was denying her entrance to Karma’s office.
    “I’m s-sorry, Ms. B-b-banks,” the twit stammered, clearly debating whether she should be more terrified of her new boss or the woman standing in front of her threatening bodily harm. “Miss Karma said no interruptions.”
    “No interruptions” had never stopped Jo before. The locked door, however,