Crawling Into Bed With Penny and Declan
And a Good Book Penny for the Night
Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Penny: They are antique sheets, and I know we really aren't supposed to be in here right now—
Declan: Penny and I got a little carried away...
What are you wearing?
Penny: Nothing, should I be wearing something?
Declan: I'd rather not wear anything either.
What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Declan: I would rather we not eat anything in the bed. I am distantly related to the people who owned the historic estate that we are in. Just out of respect, plus I'm trying to get in good with the owners of the museum.
If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Penny: Let me touch the nightstand and—
Declan: Penny's psychic, if she touches the nightstand, most likely she could tell you about events that happened with that nightstand around.
Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Penny: On this bed, I prefer to stay on top of the covers.
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Declan: Sorry, I only let Penny do that.
What are we reading? Penny for the Night by Sally Max
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Hired to investigate strange phenomenon and a mysterious death at a historic mansion, Penny, a struggling psychic can't let this opportunity pass. Even if that means being thrown together with her ex, Declan, who thinks she's a fraud. Tempers flare as the two have to work together, but can they survive the long night of investigation without killing each other? Or will a ghost, already accused of causing one man's death, cause two more?
Surprised, she jerked her head to the left as the familiarity of the voice washed over her. When she turned, she saw him, all six feet, and in a dark blue suit. He looked good, very professional. His dusty blond hair still had that unkempt sexiness that made her want to run her fingers through it. He must still run, as his lean muscles were outlined in the tailored jacket and pants. Her body reacted as if she had been punched in the gut. How long had he been there? Had he known she was at the funeral the whole time?
His presence filled the room; how had she not felt him there? Perhaps it was the atmosphere; she wasn't used to doing readings in such damp conditions.
"I'm...I..." Penny started, then, realizing it was really none of his business, stated, "I'm here in a professional capacity."
"That's none of your concern. I didn't realize you lived around here, let alone would be at this funeral—"
"Well, it was good seeing you, but I have a meeting with my client in a few minutes, I should get going." She held her hand out to him for a handshake.
Declan looked at Penny's hand, and with a roll of his eyes, he walked out the door. He still wouldn't touch her.