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go?”
“Terrible.” Abby sighed, pondering that question because her answer was relative in this situation. “Actually, no. It was pretty freakin’ perfect, and that’s the problem.”
Emma’s eyebrow shot up. “Perfect is a problem. Why?”
“Because it was with Brandon.”
Emma pushed off the counter. “Wait . . . rewind . . . Brandon was your date. How did that happen?”
“He bid on my dessert. Mr. ‘Can’t Get Enough of Anything Chocolate’ bid on my strawberry— chocolateless —shortcake for one thousand dollars.”
“No way! He bid a grand on your dessert?”
“Don’t look so shocked. It was pretty amazing.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. It’s just a lot of money.”
Abby shrugged and peeled back her cupcake’s paper wrapper. “Maybe he had a craving for strawberries. I don’t know.”
“Interesting . . .”
“Disastrous was more like it.”
“So, you went through with it?”
“Yes, and it was awesome. We spent the whole evening talking. For once, I felt like I really understand him.”
“That’s great.”
“No,” she corrected her cousin. “It’s bad. Very bad.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I flippin’ cursed him last Tuesday.”
“Did he show any romantic interest?”
Abby took a second to think about that question. “No, not really. He implied he was ready to get back in the game, but he definitely didn’t make any overtures.”
“Well, maybe this time you can take things slow.”
“I don’t think he’s interested. The spell worked.” Abby’s phone vibrated from the counter. Reaching for it, she opened the text. Brandon had sent her a bunch of pictures of what looked like an empty home. “What on earth? Why would Brandon be texting me?”
Emma peered over her shoulder. “Looks like he might be interested.”
“He’s not, and the bigger problem is my number is in his phone. He’s probably wondering right now how I even got there.” She scrolled through each snapshot, trying to figure out where he was. Her gaze rested on the message accompanying the pictures.
Come meet me at the inn. I have a proposition for you.
What on earth was he up to?
----
“ B randon ?” Abby called out and wiggled the leash in her hand. She’d agreed to watch her parents’ Boston Terrier, Jasper, while they were visiting Josh this month in New York City. The dog was on a mission to run down the short hill that led to the creepy gray inn.
The knowledge that Brandon was inside did nothing to lessen her trepidation. Meeting him at the one place that the whole town believed to be haunted wasn’t how she wanted to spend her afternoon.
Although, she had to admit she was curious as to why he wanted to see her and what kind of proposition he had in mind.
As Jasper led her to the front door, Brandon stepped out and relief washed over her. Maybe they could have their conversation out here, sans ghost.
“Hi.” He smiled and bent down to greet the dog, whose tail now moved back and forth at a hundred miles per hour. “Who’s this?”
“Jasper. My mom’s pride and joy.” She chuckled because that was certainly true. If her brother wasn’t allergic to animal fur, her mom would have no doubt taken the Boston Terrier along for the trip.
“Hey, buddy.” He kneeled down and patted the happy dog.
She glanced down, admittedly checking him out. Dressed in black shorts and a gray shirt, it looked like he’d been on a run. A small part of her liked that he’d chosen a secluded path. Half the time, he jogged through the center of town, turning female heads with each step.
Not that she cared.
Or at least she’d keep telling herself that until it finally sunk in.
“So what are you doing here, and what were all those pictures you sent about?”
“I’m glad you asked. Care to join me inside?” He straightened and walked toward the door.
“Oh, I don’t know.” She took a step back. “Can’t we talk right here . . .” She pointed to the dock that led
“Terrible.” Abby sighed, pondering that question because her answer was relative in this situation. “Actually, no. It was pretty freakin’ perfect, and that’s the problem.”
Emma’s eyebrow shot up. “Perfect is a problem. Why?”
“Because it was with Brandon.”
Emma pushed off the counter. “Wait . . . rewind . . . Brandon was your date. How did that happen?”
“He bid on my dessert. Mr. ‘Can’t Get Enough of Anything Chocolate’ bid on my strawberry— chocolateless —shortcake for one thousand dollars.”
“No way! He bid a grand on your dessert?”
“Don’t look so shocked. It was pretty amazing.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. It’s just a lot of money.”
Abby shrugged and peeled back her cupcake’s paper wrapper. “Maybe he had a craving for strawberries. I don’t know.”
“Interesting . . .”
“Disastrous was more like it.”
“So, you went through with it?”
“Yes, and it was awesome. We spent the whole evening talking. For once, I felt like I really understand him.”
“That’s great.”
“No,” she corrected her cousin. “It’s bad. Very bad.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I flippin’ cursed him last Tuesday.”
“Did he show any romantic interest?”
Abby took a second to think about that question. “No, not really. He implied he was ready to get back in the game, but he definitely didn’t make any overtures.”
“Well, maybe this time you can take things slow.”
“I don’t think he’s interested. The spell worked.” Abby’s phone vibrated from the counter. Reaching for it, she opened the text. Brandon had sent her a bunch of pictures of what looked like an empty home. “What on earth? Why would Brandon be texting me?”
Emma peered over her shoulder. “Looks like he might be interested.”
“He’s not, and the bigger problem is my number is in his phone. He’s probably wondering right now how I even got there.” She scrolled through each snapshot, trying to figure out where he was. Her gaze rested on the message accompanying the pictures.
Come meet me at the inn. I have a proposition for you.
What on earth was he up to?
----
“ B randon ?” Abby called out and wiggled the leash in her hand. She’d agreed to watch her parents’ Boston Terrier, Jasper, while they were visiting Josh this month in New York City. The dog was on a mission to run down the short hill that led to the creepy gray inn.
The knowledge that Brandon was inside did nothing to lessen her trepidation. Meeting him at the one place that the whole town believed to be haunted wasn’t how she wanted to spend her afternoon.
Although, she had to admit she was curious as to why he wanted to see her and what kind of proposition he had in mind.
As Jasper led her to the front door, Brandon stepped out and relief washed over her. Maybe they could have their conversation out here, sans ghost.
“Hi.” He smiled and bent down to greet the dog, whose tail now moved back and forth at a hundred miles per hour. “Who’s this?”
“Jasper. My mom’s pride and joy.” She chuckled because that was certainly true. If her brother wasn’t allergic to animal fur, her mom would have no doubt taken the Boston Terrier along for the trip.
“Hey, buddy.” He kneeled down and patted the happy dog.
She glanced down, admittedly checking him out. Dressed in black shorts and a gray shirt, it looked like he’d been on a run. A small part of her liked that he’d chosen a secluded path. Half the time, he jogged through the center of town, turning female heads with each step.
Not that she cared.
Or at least she’d keep telling herself that until it finally sunk in.
“So what are you doing here, and what were all those pictures you sent about?”
“I’m glad you asked. Care to join me inside?” He straightened and walked toward the door.
“Oh, I don’t know.” She took a step back. “Can’t we talk right here . . .” She pointed to the dock that led
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