Sneak Peek: Ghosts and Consequences
Coffee and Ghosts, Season Three, Episode 1
My business partner is kissing the back of my neck. Since we spent the night together, this isn’t much of a surprise. I’m curled next to Malcolm, his arm draped over my waist, his rich, nutmeg scent warming the air. I want to laugh at the audacity and joy of it all, but don’t dare make a sound, don’t dare move. His kiss is a soft, shivery thing. I don’t want him to stop. So I remain absolutely still as morning light filters through the drapes and bounces off dust motes in the air.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love this.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried.
But I am. This is new. Our business is still new, not quite a year old. Beneath the joy is a thin wire of dread that insists this happiness can’t
