Ghost
Under the Golden Moon by Sky Taylor
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"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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