Penmort Castle (Ghosts and Reincarnation #1)(31)
Author: Kristen Ashley

“You’re behaving funny,” she told him.

“I have a lot on my mind,” he returned.

She regarded him a moment and then asked, “Do you,” she paused then went on, “want to talk about it?”

“No,” he answered truthfully.

She hesitated then went on quietly, “Is it me? Have I done something –?”

Cash cut her off with a lie, “It isn’t you.”

Her brows came together and she bit the side of her lip again. As Cash watched her teeth sink into the flesh, he realised just how much he enjoyed the endearing vision of Abby biting her lip and his hand tightened around the glass.

At her next words, his body went still.

“You’re lying,” she accused.

He stared at her.

He had lied many times in his life. Either no one had ever figured it out or they’d never had the courage to call him on it.

“I’m not lying,” he lied again.

She ignored his words, her hand moving away as she continued, “It’s what happened this morning.”

“Abby –” he started but she shook her head and took a step away.

“I freaked you out,” she informed him.

“You didn’t.”

Her arm came up and her fingers sifted through her hair in agitation. “I don’t know what came over me, I don’t know why I did what I –”

Cash cut her off. “I know why.”

She blinked before she breathed, “What?”

“I know why,” he repeated. “Your husband died in a car accident. This morning for whatever reason, you had a panic attack. It happens,” he dismissed it, not wanting to speak of it further, not wanting to speak of it ever.

“My husband?” she whispered.

“Abby, let’s move on from this,” he suggested but it wasn’t a suggestion as such but a gently worded demand.

She wasn’t listening. “What do you know of Ben?”

That was when Cash lost his patience, when she said his name.

Therefore, when he spoke again, his voice was abrupt to the point of being harsh. “I know you married him in a lace dress. I know you loved him when you married him. And I know he died in a car accident. That’s all I want to know and, darling, this is the last time we’ll speak of Ben.”

She kept silent and they stared at each other for a long time. Finally, her eyes broke from his and she glanced away.

His desire to arrive early and get to know her better had succeeded.

He just didn’t like what he learned.

Cash looked at his watch and saw they still had time before they had to be next door.

Regardless of the friction palpable in the room, he decided to make an effort to salvage the night.

“We have time,” he told her, “I’ll get you a drink.”

“I’ll get it,” she replied and started to move to the door but Cash caught her arm.

“Abby, I said I’ll get it.”

She looked up at him and took in a breath before saying, “Okay.”

It was then he realised he had no idea, outside red wine and herbal tea, what she drank.

To his displeasure, his voice sounded as aggravated as he felt when he asked, “What do you drink?”

Her eyes never left his even as her lips twitched. Cash recognised the humour of the situation and his body relaxed.

Slowly the tension slid out of the room.

Abby leaned into him, wrapping both hands around his upper arm.

“It’s complicated. I’ll teach you,” she offered and led him to the kitchen.

It was complicated, including hammering some ice between tea towels to crush it (because she didn’t like “big ice”, whatever-the-hell that was), using only chilled diet cola, a shot of amaretto, a dash of cherry juice and three cherries.

The drink itself sounded disgusting, the exacting way she desired it was hilarious.

As she was sipping, her hip against the counter, Cash got close to her.

“You’re particular about a lot of things,” he remarked.

She awarded him with one of her mischievous grins. “Is that a nice way of saying I’m picky?”

Cash chuckled but didn’t answer because she was right.

“That’s okay,” she announced, “I am picky.”

This time, he laughed and through his laughter he saw her grin turn into a smile. Cash’s good mood returned once it became clear they were over their current drama.

As she took another sip, his arm slid around her waist and he brought her body to his from belly to thigh.

“You didn’t call today,” she told him as his hand slid from her waist, up her back, pressing her closer to him.

“I’m sorry, darling, I got busy,” he replied as his other hand took her drink and placed it on the counter.

“That’s okay,” she whispered, staring at her drink then her head turned and he kissed her.

Immediately, and rather gratifyingly, her body leaned into his, one of her arms going around his waist, the other hand up his shoulder to slide along his neck and into his hair.

As disgusting as the drink sounded, on Abby, it tasted brilliant – fresh and sweet.

He deepened the kiss and she responded, pressing closer.

His body began to react, he felt it, he liked it, his arms crushed her to him and the kiss became even deeper, hotter and therefore less in his control.

In an effort to keep hold of his slipping control, his lips released hers and slid across her cheek to her ear.

“You’re coming home with me tonight,” he demanded and her neck twisted, turning to face him at first, he thought, to say something. But when he lifted his head to look at her, her face was flushed, her eyes were half-closed and she sought his mouth with her own.

When his tongue entered her mouth, he heard her low, soft moan.

Even though he hadn’t asked her a question, he liked her answer.

They were, incidentally, late to Mrs. Truman’s.

Chapter Nine

Dinner at Mrs. Truman’s

Abby fixed her lip gloss with a trembling hand in the vestibule while Cash waited and watched.

Thoughts about what happened that night were colliding in her head and her legs were wobbly from the colossal (and very effective, Cash was a really good kisser, as in really good) make out session in the kitchen.

She didn’t know which to focus on first so she decided to ignore both of them and carry on with the evening. She’d think about it later. Much later. When Cash was gone, her house was fixed up and she was back to her normal existence.

Then she thought she didn’t want to go back to her normal existence but she didn’t want to focus on that either so she decided to ignore that too.