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The laughter in the hallway caused Ghost to slow down on his steps. It was coming from his apartment. f*****g strange, who would be laughing in there, and at this late hour?
He put in his combination and the door opened. Slowly, he walked in, hands on his gun, until he got into the sitting room. The laughter increased and he was a bit stunned by the sight.
Scar, who was exquisitely dressed in clothing that very much belonged to Ghost, was on the couch, with Ciara. She looked different. But in a good way.
Her hair was free and falling to her face and back. She wore a silver night dress which was almost transparent. And her face was glowing. She looked at home. Comfortable. Something she hadn't been with him.
Ghost looked around. There were no other men in here. He'd met a few of the
