Exclusive Excerpt of A Ghost of a Chance, by Abigail Owen
Josie was in trouble. Noticing Bryce’s great butt had to be completely inappropriate at this moment in time. Josie had a sneaking suspicion inappropriate didn’t begin to cover it, but how could she look away with said butt directly in her face?
Of course, today was no exception. She’d always been hyper aware regarding the perfection that was Bryce’s body—broad shoulders, trim waist, and six-pack that begged to be stroked. Every woman in town, even the taken ones, unanimously acknowledged that his dark hair, warm brown eyes, strong jaw, and deep voice made Bryce a welcome star in any sexual fantasy. Didn’t help that he was also smart, genuinely nice, and occasionally funny. He’d been starring in her fantasies for years, though these days were quite different from her teenage years.
Josie gave herself a mental slap. Quit it. He hates you, and you aren’t allowed to like him. Right? After the incident during her freshman year of college, she’d shut him out. Shut everyone out. For good reason too.
“Are you staring at my best friend’s butt?” A masculine voice interrupted her thoughts.
She flicked a glance at the spectral image of her brother.
Peter hovered along beside her and rolled his eyes. “Of course not. What was I thinking? You can’t stand each other.”
That hurt. As a girl, Bryce was her own personal hero, and she’d harbored a massive crush. Then, the summer before she went to college, they spent a day together fishing. He kissed her. Not a chaste kiss either, but one that surpassed every girlish fantasy she’d pinned on him. She’d hoped….
No. That ship had sailed long ago, about the time she had come home for Christmas break her freshman year of college. So why did she still blush when she caught one of those intense stares of his? Because she was into self-torture apparently.
Peter flipped around to float backwards and peered into her face. “Unless you secretly still have a crush.”
Josie snorted and hoped he believed it.
Bryce paused and looked over his shoulder at her. “Problem?”
She swatted a hand around. “Bug.”
Peter laughed, the sound pinging around her in the oddest way, as though it had no single source. “I resemble that remark,” he said.
Unaware of the byplay between her and Peter, Bryce nodded. “Let’s pause for a water break here.”