Ghost Under the Golden Moon by Sky Taylor - Page 3

"Uh oh," he eased out, seeing a set of red lips and bent shades standing beside the Italian sports car which had wrapped its way around an oak tree in the ditch - tighter than a Christmas package. The ditch-witch had made good on his thoughts. Now what?

She appeared to be okay - no blood, nothing red except those brightly painted lips. Would serve her right if he just kept on going. With dusk approaching, she would be stuck in the woods all night. Probably wasn't even bright enough to bring along a light, Nick mused with a chuckle as he watched her whip off the bent sunglasses. Not a bad mug for a ditch-witch, he decided.

Although his thoughts of abandoning her had pleased him to no end, he slowed the truck to a halt, viewing her through the passenger window as the dust settled. Rats. She looked like she'd been crying - worse than his sister Cindy when she'd peeled over fifty pounds of onions for the county fair.

Fayne raked tear-filled eyes over the curious roughneck who was watching her like some potential steak on a cow. She was already frightened and didn't need the threat of a wolfman added to her ghostly fears. But oddly enough, fear was what had trapped her into an even more horrifying situation. During her brief assessment, she couldn't help but notice the broad shoulders, the dark hair springing from beneath the premium-brand beer cap, as well as the chiseled face - although rugged, still handsome.

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