But it wasn't to be.

The faint sound of wind chimes alerted her first. Transparent faces in the kitchen window were her second warning.

"What the Fates?" She sprang out of her chair and ran to the door, pulling it open. Fergus and a young woman dressed in a simple faded calico dress, a white shawl and bonnet with brown hair pulled back in a simple knot, floated inside. What alarmed her the most was the layer of frost on the young woman. She wondered how that could happen to a ghost. The cold weather normally didn't affect them. "Why didn't you just come in?"

"Irene wasn't sure she'd be welcome, Miss Stasi," Fergus explained. "I saw you and that man leavin' town, so I hoped I'd see you when you got back."

Stasi looked at the two, especially Irene. Something was obviously chilling the young spirit.

"What happened, Irene?" she asked softly, not wanting to frighten her.

"I was out by the lake. Fergus told us it didn't look right and I wanted to see what he meant. While I was out there something pulled at me, but I couldn't see what it was." She kept her eyes downcast. "It was like it wanted me to go somewhere. I got scared and managed to get away. I went right back to our realm, because I felt safe there. When I told Fergus what happened he said I should come tell you about it."

A faint tinkling sound brought Stasi to her feet. She walked over to the sink and looked out the window. The two sets of wind chimes that hung over the deck danced in a breeze that she could see didn't affect the trees beyond. That told her the breeze wasn't from the Four Winds.

"Something's out there," she whispered. "Protect us four. Seal the doors. Let no harm come to us, if you please." She waved her hand and immediately felt secure power glide over the building. She knew the moment the spell was complete and felt safer.

Until two glowing green b.a.l.l.s bounced off the kitchen window so hard cracks appeared in the gla.s.s.

"G.o.dalmighty!" Fergus shouted as Irene screamed and Stasi jumped backwards. "What was that?"

"I have no idea." Stasi watched the b.a.l.l.s glide backwards then remain motionless. She felt as if whatever powered the globes was watching them. "Windows, repair and cover if you please!" She was positive the spheres were still out there even with a heavy veil dropped over all the windows. The chill in the air disappeared as the cracks repaired themselves.

She took a deep calming breath and turned around to face the spirits.

Fergus looked as shocked as Stasi felt and Irene cried soundlessly.

"That's what pulled at me, wasn't it?" Irene sobbed. "What do they want? They didn't show themselves before, but I know that's what they were."

Stasi jumped when the phone rang. She placed her hand over her chest to keep her galloping heart where it belonged.

"What now." She glanced at Caller ID, which said wireless caller. "h.e.l.lo?"

"Stasi? I didn't wake you, did I?"

She breathed a sigh of relief to hear Trev's voice. "No, not in the least."

Trev's voice sharpened. "What's wrong? And don't tell me it's nothing because I can hear it in your voice."

"There are a couple of strange orbs outside the kitchen window. The oddest thing is they b.u.mped against the gla.s.s." Stasi lowered her voice even if she doubted the b.a.l.l.s had the ability to hear her. Although the way things were going lately, she wouldn't be surprised if the orbs suddenly announced, "We come in peace!"

He muttered a low curse. "What do they look like?"

"I'd say they're the same as what's been hanging over the lake. For some reason they've come into the town, and I don't think their showing up outside our window is a coincidence." An icy chill traveled down her spine. "I warded the doors and the building because I was afraid they would find a way to get in. What if they're all over the town?"

"I'll be there in twenty minutes. Adjust your wards to allow me inside."

"No-!" But he'd already hung up. "d.a.m.n him!" She shook her phone, because it was the only thing in close range.

"What's going to happen?" Irene asked finally over her tears.

"There goes Blair's good night's sleep," she muttered, leaving the kitchen. "Even though you're spirits, you can't leave the building, so stay there. I'll be back." She paused long enough to pound loudly on Blair's door. "Wake up! We have company!"

The door opened a crack and a heavy-eyed Blair looked out. "As in what? Notice I said what and not who?"

"Get dressed. Trev will be here soon." Stasi ran into her room, throwing off her fancy clothing and exchanging it for jeans and a heavy sweater. She dug her fingers into her hair and finger combed it back and up into a loose knot secured with a few hairpins.

"Since I know neither of us are the threesome types, might I ask why he's coming in the middle of the night and if it's for more s.e.x with you, then just puncture my eardrums now," Blair hollered from her room. She was in the midst of pulling a sweatshirt over her head as she walked into the room. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?" She dropped onto Stasi's bed and pulled on her boots.

"Remember those strange lights over the lake? Two of them are outside the kitchen window." Stasi couldn't resist a quick swipe of lip-gloss. She silently dared her friend to say one word. Blair wisely remained quiet as she twisted her hair up into a ponytail.

"Miss Stasi, that man is here!"

"Fergus too? My cup runneth over," Blair muttered, getting up. "I'll get the door. You might want to add some perfume and a bit of mascara before you meet Wizard Charming." She ducked as a brush sailed over her head.

"I put extra wards on the door!" Stasi called after her.

"Piece of cake." Blair waved her hand over the door and opened it. She looked past his shoulder. "Out of here you two!" she shouted at the glowing b.a.l.l.s of light, pushing power at them.

"Don't bother," Trev pushed the door shut behind him. "I tried banishing them, but they merely sucked in the spell. They did nothing to bar me from coming up the stairs, so I'd say they're just watching you and not meaning any harm."

"Sucked in the spell? Are you saying they're not magick?" Stasi ran into the kitchen.

"Nothing that I'm familiar with and I don't think they're the same as the lights over the lake. I think those orbs are able to absorb whatever is thrown at them."

"Can they absorb us?" Fergus asked, crushing his hat between his fingers.

Trev did a double take when he noticed the two ghosts in the kitchen. "I don't know." He glanced at Stasi. "Who are they?"

"Irene and Fergus. They once lived here in town." Stasi was surprised she wasn't blushing when she looked at Trev. Especially after what they'd shared not all that long ago. Amazing what fear did to a witch.

She guessed he'd been in bed since his hair was unruly and the jeans and shirt he'd pulled on were wrinkled. There was no sign of the high-powered wizard attorney now.

"They want us," Irene announced, her voice wobbly with tears. "They want something we have."

"Nothing, no matter what magick is involved, can take you unless it's of your own free will," Blair told her.

Irene shook her head. "No, those lights and what's out at the lake want something we have. They pulled at me and it wasn't gentle-like."

The witches and wizard exchanged looks of concern. Trev shook his head, silently admitting he had no idea and Stasi and Blair were just as stumped.

"Is there a place you can go where you feel safe?" he asked Fergus and Irene.

"We have our own realm. A place where I guess you'd say we rest when we can't come into town," Fergus replied. "But the veils between us and here is thin this time of year, and while most of us don't like comin' here 'cause of the mortals, some of us still like to. But nothin' comes there from here, so I guess we'd be safe there."

Trev shook his head.

"It might not be a good idea to come this year, Fergus," Stasi said, sensing the sorrow already welling up inside him. She knew even ghosts had feelings and tried to make sure never to hurt them. "We don't know what's going on and we need to find out the cause before this can hurt any of you."

"There's others that want us to come here, Miss Stasi," Irene murmured. "My great-great-granddaughter is here and she can see me. She loves to hear my stories about when I was her age."

She closed her eyes. "I know."

Fergus kept shaking his head, and Irene used her sleeve to dab at her eyes.

"We can leave the building?" he asked. The minute Blair nodded he took Irene's hand and they winked out of sight.

"I'm sorry. I guess I brought you out here for nothing."

Trev pulled Stasi close to his side. "I wouldn't say it's nothing if those orbs were somehow fueled by what's going on at the lake."

"If you two will excuse me I'm going back to bed. I'm sure that lazy dog's taken all the covers by now. Good night." She waved over her head as she walked to her room.

The minute they were alone, Trev folded Stasi into his arms. She slid her arms around his waist and rested her cheek against his chest, hearing the comforting thump of his heartbeat.

"They did unnerve me," she admitted in a tiny voice.

"Little Peeping Toms." He used his fingertips to lift her chin. "I'm going to take advantage of the moment, Anastasia." His lips slanted over hers, his tongue wrapping itself around hers and teasing it back into his mouth to play.

Trev's scent was as addictive as the man himself. She closed her eyes, remembering them lying in his bed. Trev trailing kisses up and down her body, teasing her until she alternately cried for mercy and threatened dire curses on him if he didn't give her release. She felt the heat from his skin against her cheek and recalled his mouth doing things to her that would have been illegal in some realms. As if she cared when he was doing such wonderful things to her.

"I'm not an empath, but you're projecting so loud I'm surprised even Blair isn't feeling this," he whispered against the curve of her ear.

Stasi could feel the heat of her blush race across her cheeks. She parted her lips when his forefinger traced the seam, then she fastened her teeth on the digit. She felt so comfortable in his embrace.

He's the enemy! her head reminded her.

He has red hearts over his head! her nether regions argued. Remember how he made us feel not all that long ago. Oooh baby!

He'll only hurt you. He's got a reputation as a ladies' man.

Oh honey, how many o.r.g.a.s.ms did he give you?

She should have known her nether regions had s.l.u.tty aspirations.

Listening to her lower half, she edged her fingers between his shirt b.u.t.tons and encountered warm skin.

When that wasn't enough, she released two b.u.t.tons, giving her enough room to slide her palm inside. She noticed his breathing grew more ragged as her fingers splayed wide across his chest.

He slipped his hand under her sweater and cupped her breast with his palm, gently kneading her softness. Her nipple peaked under his touch.

"One good silence spell and we could be in your room in seconds."

"I don't think that would be a good idea," she replied, mentally kicking her nether regions' saucy ideas out of her head.

He nodded and rested his chin on the top of her head. "I know you're right even if I want to disagree." He dropped a kiss against her hair and walked back into the kitchen. He looked out the window and Stasi, standing behind him, could see the spheres were gone.

"It wouldn't hurt to ward the doors again after I leave," he told her, kissing her until she was senseless, then he hurried out before he gave in and tried to change her mind to allow him to stay.

As he walked down the stairs Trev sensed the power of the wards Stasi set. He left, knowing she would be safe behind the protection spells.

But it did nothing for the way Trev felt in leaving her. He cursed the hard-on of all hard-ons as he climbed into his car and put it into gear. He would have preferred spending the rest of the night with a warm and willing woman. Especially one he already knew was as generous in bed as she was in every aspect of her life. Instead, it looked like he'd be spending it under a cold shower. He made the return trip to the resort in record time.

Trev shed his clothes on the way to his bathroom and stepped into a shower that dropped water so icy it was amazing he didn't turn into an icicle.

As it was, the cold shower did nothing, as his erection didn't droop a speck.

In the end, he took things in hand, so to speak. With Stasi's delicate face firmly planted in his mind it only took a few pumps of his hand to bring him to o.r.g.a.s.m.

He only wished it had been her hand or her lips on him.

"Are you going to smile or cry?"

Stasi looked up from her slumped position on the bed. Blair, now in her robe, stood in the doorway. "Maybe a little of both."

Blair's eyes widened. "The hearts are working."

Stasi flopped back onto the bed. "I hate those hearts! I wish they'd just disappear! Do you know how hard it is to look at him and not see them? To ignore them if we're around humans who can't see them?" Stasi slid up the bed until she sat against the headboard. Bogie materialized from his bed and curled up on the pillow beside her.

Blair dropped on the end of the bed and sat cross-legged.

"Jazz just called. She said she had a sense something was wrong up here."

"That's an understatement," Stasi said dryly. "Did you tell her what happened so far?"

"I told all." Blair's smile grew wider.

"You didn't!" Stasi grabbed her pillow and threw it at her friend. "How could you tell her that Trev and I-!" She faltered.

"Danced the horizontal tango? b.u.mped pretties, because no way I can say b.u.mping uglies. Hit the mattress. Augh!" She ducked as a trickle of ice-cold water dripped from a small gla.s.s floating over her head. "No, I didn't tell her about Trev, but it shows where your mind went. She'll figure it out on her own anyway. She asked why you left a message only saying we had some problems as if it's nothing major when it's a lot more than that. I told her it's best she see it for herself. She said she and Nick will be up tomorrow night."

"The more help the better," Stasi said, meaning it. She knew if there was a major problem, they'd need all the help they could get.

And if anyone was good at solving problems, it was Jazz Tremaine.

Chapter Eleven.

Stasi ran down the back stairs as a large black Lincoln Navigator slowed to a stop by the bottom. She shaded her eyes with her hand until the bright headlights were switched off. The sounds of bickering could be heard through the closed windows and grew more heated as doors opened and the six occupants climbed out into the cold night air.

"All I said was that there was no reason why we couldn't make one more teensy weensy stop," Jazz pointed out, following Nick to the back of the SUV. "Do you know how hard it is to find s...o...b..a.l.l.s nowadays? It's not like I can walk into any grocery store and find them. That mini-mart carries them all the time, both the pink and the white ones. I always stop to stock up on my way up here! It wouldn't have taken me longer than a couple minutes to run in and grab up whatever they had."