“I don’t think I saw any nurses on the way in. I should go see what kind of outfits—”
As I slid off the bed, he put out a hand to stop me.
“I think I can handle this,” he said. “May I?”
Being able to change women out of their clothing may be most adolescent boys’ idea of heaven, but ghosts can’t do it unless they’re given tacit permission by the other party. I closed my eyes and concentrated on letting Kris change my clothes.
“There,” he said.
I looked down and saw my boobs looking back at me. Well, the tops of them anyway, stuffed into a white shirt with cleavage so low I was bound to pop out if I so much as sighed. I wore a skintight white nurse’s dress that barely covered my rear. Speaking of adolescent fantasies…
I glared at Kris, who was grinning like a thirteen-year-old.
“Hey, it’s a nurse’s uniform,” he said.
“Yeah…from a porn movie.”
A wide grin. “Works for me.”
As I sighed, he stepped closer, finger sliding along the hem of my dress, rippling the fabric so it tickled against my thighs.
“Remember the last time you played nurse for me?” he murmured. “I was working at the New York office, and you came up for the weekend. We were supposed to get together for dinner, but you called—”
“I remember,” I said, quickstepping away. “Now, we need a plan—”
“Oh, you had a plan.” He stepped as close to me as he could get without touching. “I was on my way to a meeting and you called and said, ‘I can’t wait for tonight, Kris.’”
I opened my mouth to say something—anything—but his gaze met mine, and the words dried up, leaving me standing there, lips parted, face tilted up to his.
He continued, “You said I didn’t sound very good, and suggested I come by the hotel room so you could play nurse for me. Which you did. Most effectively. Ordered me into bed…and, by the time you were done, I couldn’t have got out of it if I wanted to.” A slow grin. “Of course, neither could you.”
Thank God for ghost-hood sometimes. No need to worry about pounding hearts or sweaty palms or heavy breathing. All I had to do was keep my gaze down, and he wouldn’t know how badly I wanted to say “To hell with it” and cross that last quarter-inch between us.
His lips moved closer to my ear. “I remember every second of that afternoon, Eve. I’ve replayed it so many times…in bed, in the shower, even in the car, once during a traffic jam—I was sitting there and I saw a billboard for the hotel we’d stayed in and next thing you know…” A deep chuckle. “I found a way to make the delay a whole lot more bearable.”
I backpedaled so fast I fell right through the wall. Kristof grabbed my arm to steady me, but I moved out of his way.
I righted myself and glowered at him. “God, you are—”
A quick grin. “Incorrigible?”
“Oh, that wasn’t the word I had in mind.”
“I like incorrigible. Much better than desperate. Or horny. Or desperately horny.”
“Arghh!” With a blink, I changed back into my jeans. “There, better?”
He took my hand and pressed it to his crotch. “Nope, no change. Have I ever mentioned how great your ass looks in those—”
“If you do, you’re going to find yourself on the wrong end of a shock-bolt spell.”
“Hmmm.”
“Don’t even try it.”
“Not going to. I’m just wondering whether I should risk unzipping or just let you continue like this.”
“Like what?” I followed his gaze down to see my hand still pressed against his crotch. “Damn you!”
“I take it that’s a no on the unzipping?”
I bit back a retort and settled for striding across the room, giving my brain time to find its way out of the lust-fog. “I need a real nurse’s uniform.”
“No, you’re going to be the patient.”
“But you said—”
“I said I needed to put you in a nurse’s uniform. I didn’t say it was part of the plan.”
I rolled my eyes and fought the urge to laugh. “Okay, tell me what you have in mind.”
I was going to play patient—a more thorough disguise, since two of the haunters had already seen me. Stained, baggy sweats, my hair snarled and oily, eyes red and sunken—the look of someone for whom personal hygiene has been a low priority for a while. After I finished the glamour, Kristof