Free In Love With a Haunted House (Contemporary Romance) by Kate Goldman

sell the footage to some reality show and make a fortune that way.”
     
    Blake added, “It sounds like you don’t have anything at all to lose there, buddy.”
     
    And just like that—they talked Lonnie into spending the night at Gray Oaks.
     

**
     
    As it turned out the developer, whose name was Greg, did have a sense of humor. When Lonnie declared that it would be unfair for Blake and Mallory to be able to “sneak in and out of the house and trick him” while he was trying to spend the night there, Greg agreed. He then suggested that all three of them could watch Lonnie’s movements through the house from the living room of his own home.
     
    Mallory and Blake agreed, mostly just because they didn’t want to give Lonnie a fighting chance to pretend that they were behind the haunting of the house. As they were following Greg to his house Blake asked, “Mallory, do you believe the house is haunted?”
     
    “I didn’t used to. I mean, I lived next door to it my entire life and I never saw anything happen. I heard a whole lot of people say that it was haunted but… I mean I never saw anything, not even a light in the window that would say that it was.”
     
    “Okay, are we going to pretend that that whole wardrobe thing didn’t really happen?”
     
    “No, it happened. I was just afraid to say anything about it because I thought you might think I was crazy.”
     
    “I have to admit, it was a very scary feeling sliding along that floor.”
     
    “It looked pretty scary. You must have been flying along at around fifteen or so miles an hour. I wanted to help you but I didn’t know how.”
     
    “If it happens again, why don’t you grab ahold of my legs and either try to stop me or go along for the ride with me?” He asked that question with that same devilish little grin that always made her heart flutter just a little more than she would’ve liked it to.
     
    Mallory began to laugh, she just couldn’t help herself. “Blake, if the house really is haunted and Greg doesn’t buy it, could we make this work? Could we really divide the house?”
     
    “I could think of a few alternatives.”
     
    Mallory’s heart gave a little squeeze. She could think of a few alternatives, too, like love and marriage. Children: a whole new generation being raised within the walls of that giant Victorian home.
     
    She was pretty sure that that was not what he was thinking so she didn’t say anything or ask him to expound upon the subject.
     
    That was actually exactly what Blake meant. It was absolutely utterly crazy—he barely knew this woman but he was madly in love with her. He could see himself spending his entire life with her, right there in that house. He could see them having children, growing old together, caring for each other and remodeling and renovating the house together. He could see them enjoying it and each other for the rest of their lives.
     
    He was afraid to say that out loud. If he did she would probably grab for the door handle and toss herself out into the street. He probably didn’t have enough horsepower under his engine to catch up with her, either, if she took a notion to run.
     
    Greg lived in a completely modern slab of granite and glass. Blake and Mallory exchanged looks that said very clearly what they thought of the place although they never said it out loud. The inside of Greg’s place was just as sleek, modern and unappealing to them, although it was obvious that he took a great deal of pride in it. He took them into a room that featured a giant pool table, a large-screen TV, comfortable recliners and a lot of other masculine-type goodies. Since the sun was about to set, Lonnie was due at the house. Greg hooked his laptop up to his TV somehow so that they could watch it on the larger screen and they all sat down to see what would happen.
     
    Lonnie did arrive, and it was obvious from the way that he was talking into the small portable camera that Greg had given him that he