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Автор: B.J. Daniels
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Intrigue
Жанр произведения: Ужасы и Мистика
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9781408924617
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years, his grandfather had ridden off on a horse one day forty years ago and never been seen again—until recently—and one of his uncles had only turned up after a gully washer had washed up his remains.

      She turned her smile on him again. “Kate Landon.”

      Cyrus felt a gentle shock run through him at her warm, strong touch.

      “So you just happened to stop by the hospital to … “

      “Return to the scene of the crime.” She laughed and he added quickly, “So to speak. I was brought in a few months ago by ambulance and spent a night here. I

      don’t remember much about it. They tell me I was in a coma.”

      She instantly sobered. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

      “I’m fine now.” Sure you are. You thought this woman had been murdered just down the hall in the nursery. Or at least her sister had. Except she doesn’t have a sister. “I’m just going to take a look around, if that’s okay.”

      “Sure. Just do me a favor, if you don’t mind. This is my last load. Close the doors when you leave? There’s a chain with a padlock on the outside that loops through the door handles.”

      He’d forgotten how trusting people were in small towns. “I’d be happy to lock it on my way out.”

      “Thanks.” She seemed to hesitate, her green eyes darkening. “Take care of yourself.”

      Cyrus knew he was being paranoid, but her words seemed to echo in the still, empty hallway like an omen.

      KATE CARRIED the end table and chair out to the truck, put it in the back with the last of the furniture, pushed in the ramp and slammed the rear doors, smiling to herself.

      It had been a while since a man had openly flirted with her—let alone a very handsome cowboy. At the memory of the man she’d met inside, her gaze felt pulled back to the old hospital. The interior was deep in shadow, but she thought for a moment she saw movement in the darkness behind the open double doors.

      Her friend Jasmine, a Whitehorse native, had kidded her about watching out for ghosts at the hospital. “Seriously, the nurses used to tell stories of feeling something in that old hospital when they worked the night shift and this one nurse swore she saw the ghost of this woman coming down the hall toward her.”

      Kate had laughed, figuring Jasmine was just fooling with her. She’d felt a little creepy in the old building alone earlier, but had just turned up her music. Now though, she would have sworn she saw a figure just beyond the doorway.

      But when she’d turned to look down the long side of the building, she’d seen a set of white metal blinds flash open at a window in a far room.

      Cyrus Winchester peered out for a moment, then closed the blinds again.

      She felt a chill, remembering the feeling that someone had been watching her from just inside the hospital doors. It couldn’t have been Cyrus. Had someone else been in there?

      “It’s the ghost of that woman,” Jasmine would have said.

      Fortunately Jasmine wasn’t with her.

      You’re just imagining things. But she decided she would swing by later and make sure no one had gotten locked inside the old building.

      As she climbed behind the wheel of her truck, she forgot all about ghosts. It was Cyrus Winchester she couldn’t get off her mind. He had startled her earlier when she’d looked up and seen him standing in the hallway. Blame Jasmine for her darned ghost stories.

      Cyrus Winchester had looked nothing like the legendary ghost woman standing there so tall, dark and exceedingly handsome.

      Yet there had been something haunting in his eyes …

      She shivered at the thought, remembering that when he’d seen her he’d looked as if he was the one who’d seen the ghost. Probably just recovering from his injuries. Still, it was odd, him wanting to return to the scene of the crime, as he’d said. Who visited his old hospital room?

      She looked again at the windows where he’d peered out just minutes ago. With the blinds closed, she could see nothing but white metal.

      Turning the key, she started the engine and a Christmas song came on the radio. It was too early to be thinking about Christmas. She was still gearing up for her annual Halloween haunted house. She turned the radio dial until she found country and western and turned her thoughts to Halloween.

      She planned to transform the basement of Second Hand Kate’s into a haunted house. She’d only been in town for a few months and it was her way of welcoming the community into her new store. The basement of the old two-story, once-a-library building with all its nooks and crannies was the perfect place for chills and thrills.

      Fortunately, she’d managed to make a couple of friends who’d offered to help her. Jasmine was sewing some of the costumes and backdrops while Andi preferred working with the blood and guts, turning perfectly normal food into something gross and frightening.

      Kate couldn’t wait to hear the children’s shrieks and screams, giggles and gags. She hoped for a good turnout Halloween night. But she still had a lot of work to do and was glad she’d finally gotten the last of the furniture out of the old hospital. There had been no hurry, but she hated leaving anything undone.

      As she drove away, her cell phone rang.

      “I found the most perfect fabric for the ghost in the pit of horror,” Jasmine said, making her laugh.

      “Of course you did. I was just thinking of you.” She’d met Jasmine soon after she’d come to town at where else? A garage sale. The two had realized how much they had in common when they’d both tried to buy the same ugly chair.

      “Oh, yeah?”

      “I was just leaving the old hospital with the last of the furniture.”

      “You saw the ghost.” Jasmine sounded excited. “Didn’t I tell you?”

      “What I saw was no ghost. I just ran into Cyrus Winchester.”

      “Who?”

      “Pepper Winchester’s grandson. You’ve never met him?”

      “No. So what is he like?”

      “Gorgeous.” She almost added, “and a little strange,” but chastised herself for even thinking it. The man had just come out of a coma.

      “Sounds like a Winchester. Black hair and eyes?”

      “Uh-huh. Tall with broad shoulders and slim hips that look great in Wrangler jeans.” Kate remembered how good-looking he’d been standing there in his Stetson and boots. Even now she couldn’t put her finger on what it was about him that had left her feeling afraid for him.

      “Wait a minute, is he the one who was in the hospital with the coma?” Jasmine and Andi always knew more of what was going on than Kate ever did. Jasmine worked at City Hall so she heard all the good stuff and Andi was the local newspaper reporter.

      “Uh-huh.”

      “He and his brother are private investigators in Denver. I heard he’s drop-dead gorgeous and that he and his brother are identical twins,” Jasmine said.

      “Really?” She felt a chill at discovering Cyrus was a private investigator, but tried to hide her reaction from her friend. She’d never told anyone in Whitehorse about her past.

      “What was he doing at the old hospital?” Andi asked.

      “He stopped by to visit his room.”

      “Seriously? Don’t you think that is a little macabre? Maybe he died there, you know, went toward the light but was pulled back and now he’s trying to call up the other side.”

      “Or maybe you’ve been spending too much time planning the haunted house,” Kate suggested.