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silence on the other end of the line, and then Karma sighed heavily into the phone. “My mother was surprisingly naïve for a hippie. She had no idea she was giving me a bonafide stripper name. I wondered if Jake would mention our relationship.”
    “You didn’t tell me your brother had moved back from Phoenix.”
    “It didn’t concern you,” Karma said flatly. “What concerns me is the fact that you took your ghost to confront his murderer. How exactly is that in keeping with the company bylaws, Lucy?”
    “Jake was in trouble,” Lucy protested. “You wouldn’t have wanted me to leave him alone in the warehouse to die, would you?”
    “No. You shouldn’t have done that. What you should have done is call me. Or the police. Or anyone , really. The one thing you shouldn’t have done is bring a volatile poltergeist into the situation. You’re just lucky things worked out as well as they did and that Big Joe isn’t in a position to sue for damages.”
    “Eliot did do a number on the warehouse.” Lucy frowned into the phone, asking the question that had bothered her since Eliot had knocked over her nightstand, “How is it that he was able to manifest such physical energy? Most of my ghosts are barely there.”
    “How strong the ghosts are depends on more than just you,” Karma replied. “There isn’t an exact formula, but the general consensus is that the strength of a ghost has to do with how much energy they carry over with them at the moment of their death. Murder victims have stronger presences as ghosts, because their deaths are often the result of a struggle. Old men who die peacefully in their sleep will often transcend without even passing through the ghost realm.”
    “Well, Eliot’s death was certainly active.”
    “And he had the poltergeist tendencies to prove it. In the future though, Lucy, the company would prefer that you not allow your ghosts to get quite so close to bringing about Armageddon.”
    Lucy flushed. “Right, boss. Won’t happen again.”
    “Excellent. That said. Good work. And thank you for saving my little brother’s ass, since he will probably never thank you himself.”
    “He won’t?” Did that mean he wasn’t coming over? Was she never going to see him again? Had Karma done a reading? Did she see the Fates tearing them apart before Lucy achieved the sexual satisfaction at his hands she so richly deserved?
    “He’s an ungrateful bastard,” Karma continued lightly. “Now, since you’ve done your part with the Mellman case, you have my permission to work on changing your client list. We’ll find someone else to handle the horny phantom population in the future.”
    “We will?” Lucy felt like she was missing some crucial piece of the puzzle.
    “You bet. Goodbye, Lucy.”
    “Bye.”
    “Oh, and Lucy? Look on your front step.” Karma cut the connection.
    Lucy walked to her front door, wondering what surprise Karma had left on her doorstep this time. If it was a gigolo, she was going to be very disappointed. She only had eyes for a certain non-gigolo gigolo. Jake, the ungrateful bastard, had ruined her for other men. When she opened the door, she nearly walked into Jake’s fist, which he had just raised to knock. Lucy smiled. There were worse things than having a psychic for a boss.

Chapter Eleven: Hello, Handsome. Goodbye, Larrinator.
    Jake barely had time register the door opening before a warm, soft bundle of feminine flesh launched at him. He caught her instinctively as Lucy wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
    “Howdy, cowboy,” she purred, rocking against him enthusiastically before planting her mouth on his.
    Jake’s brain instantly incinerated from the warm, wet heat of her. He’d had a hell of a time explaining to the cops exactly what had happened in the warehouse without sounding as crazy as Big Joe, but now all of the tension from the last three hours drained out of him as he fell willingly into her mouth.
    She broke