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compliments of Mr. Carswell.
Hurrying back to the bedroom, she picked up her shirt and dressed quickly. Then she descended the stairs, keys in hand, and went into the bar. She wanted to find some information on Logan’s career on the internet, and she couldn’t very well surf the web on Josie’s computer during working hours, or somebody would get suspicious.
As she opened the door, she heard what sounded like a soft chuckle, a very male chuckle.
A shiver traveled up her spine. “Who’s there?”
No answer.
Her first instinct was to turn on every light in the place, but an early riser somewhere in the neighborhood might notice that all the lights were on at four forty-five in the morning, and report it to Josie. Caro didn’t want to have to explain. So she waited, heart pounding, until her eyes adjusted to the muted glow coming from the lights under the bar.
Straining to see, she finally concluded that the room was empty. Maybe the door hinge was to blame, as Logan hadsuggested earlier. She moved the door back and forth, and the hinges squeaked a little, but they sounded nothing like the laughter she’d heard—twice.
But there had been nothing threatening about the laughter. The person, or the spirit of a departed person, had seemed mildly amused. Taking a deep breath, Caro decided to forget about it. Josie swore ghosts visited the bar, and Morgan, Gabe Chance’s wife, said she’d seen one last summer. They’d both insisted the spirits were friendly and Caro had nothing to fear.
She walked into the office and closed the door before turning on the light. The blinds were already pulled down, so no one outside the building would know she was in here. After booting up the computer, she settled into Josie’s desk chair and proceeded to look Logan Carswell up on Google.
An hour later, she checked the digital clock at the bottom of the screen and reluctantly turned off the computer. If she planned to drive to Jackson this morning, she needed a shower and lots of strong coffee. But she’d learned quite a bit about Logan, and now their time together in her apartment seemed even more surreal.
She had trouble reconciling her image of a very naked, very ardent Logan with the intense guy crouched behind home plate wearing a catcher’s mask, chest protector and kneepads. Surely she hadn’t just made love to that man? Yet her sexually satisfied body indicated she had.
She’d watched a few clips of him playing ball, and he’d always reacted with precision, whether he was behind the plate or up to bat. Most of all she’d noticed his intense focus, a trait he’d no doubt honed in the years he’d spent training and practicing. She understood his anger a lot better and wished she hadn’t flippantly told him to “get a new career.” Anyone that dedicated couldn’t be expected to switch gears immediately.
She’d also watched the incident that had ruined his knee,although seeing it made her stomach twist. He’d thrown off his mask to make the play, so his expression of agony was right there, front and center. Caro wanted to hate the player that had collided with him, but that wasn’t fair. They were both simply doing what they’d been paid to do.
Moving away from the computer, she turned off the light and locked up after herself. No ghostly laughter greeted her, but then again, it was light outside, time for all self-respecting ghosts to go back to wherever they came from. She hurried up the stairs, grateful that no one was around to notice. She was terrible at making up stories.
If she wondered whether her sexual adventures with Logan had been real, she had only to walk into her bedroom and gaze at the rumpled sheets to know that he’d been there, loving the daylights out of her. Talk about a peak experience. She’d never forget a moment of what they’d shared as long as she lived.
She hoped to see him again today, but she wouldn’t count on it. All things concerning Logan had to be wonderful
Hurrying back to the bedroom, she picked up her shirt and dressed quickly. Then she descended the stairs, keys in hand, and went into the bar. She wanted to find some information on Logan’s career on the internet, and she couldn’t very well surf the web on Josie’s computer during working hours, or somebody would get suspicious.
As she opened the door, she heard what sounded like a soft chuckle, a very male chuckle.
A shiver traveled up her spine. “Who’s there?”
No answer.
Her first instinct was to turn on every light in the place, but an early riser somewhere in the neighborhood might notice that all the lights were on at four forty-five in the morning, and report it to Josie. Caro didn’t want to have to explain. So she waited, heart pounding, until her eyes adjusted to the muted glow coming from the lights under the bar.
Straining to see, she finally concluded that the room was empty. Maybe the door hinge was to blame, as Logan hadsuggested earlier. She moved the door back and forth, and the hinges squeaked a little, but they sounded nothing like the laughter she’d heard—twice.
But there had been nothing threatening about the laughter. The person, or the spirit of a departed person, had seemed mildly amused. Taking a deep breath, Caro decided to forget about it. Josie swore ghosts visited the bar, and Morgan, Gabe Chance’s wife, said she’d seen one last summer. They’d both insisted the spirits were friendly and Caro had nothing to fear.
She walked into the office and closed the door before turning on the light. The blinds were already pulled down, so no one outside the building would know she was in here. After booting up the computer, she settled into Josie’s desk chair and proceeded to look Logan Carswell up on Google.
An hour later, she checked the digital clock at the bottom of the screen and reluctantly turned off the computer. If she planned to drive to Jackson this morning, she needed a shower and lots of strong coffee. But she’d learned quite a bit about Logan, and now their time together in her apartment seemed even more surreal.
She had trouble reconciling her image of a very naked, very ardent Logan with the intense guy crouched behind home plate wearing a catcher’s mask, chest protector and kneepads. Surely she hadn’t just made love to that man? Yet her sexually satisfied body indicated she had.
She’d watched a few clips of him playing ball, and he’d always reacted with precision, whether he was behind the plate or up to bat. Most of all she’d noticed his intense focus, a trait he’d no doubt honed in the years he’d spent training and practicing. She understood his anger a lot better and wished she hadn’t flippantly told him to “get a new career.” Anyone that dedicated couldn’t be expected to switch gears immediately.
She’d also watched the incident that had ruined his knee,although seeing it made her stomach twist. He’d thrown off his mask to make the play, so his expression of agony was right there, front and center. Caro wanted to hate the player that had collided with him, but that wasn’t fair. They were both simply doing what they’d been paid to do.
Moving away from the computer, she turned off the light and locked up after herself. No ghostly laughter greeted her, but then again, it was light outside, time for all self-respecting ghosts to go back to wherever they came from. She hurried up the stairs, grateful that no one was around to notice. She was terrible at making up stories.
If she wondered whether her sexual adventures with Logan had been real, she had only to walk into her bedroom and gaze at the rumpled sheets to know that he’d been there, loving the daylights out of her. Talk about a peak experience. She’d never forget a moment of what they’d shared as long as she lived.
She hoped to see him again today, but she wouldn’t count on it. All things concerning Logan had to be wonderful
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