“Thanks.”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” He was watching me from the corner of his eye.
“That a rug would go great in front of it? My first thought.”
“And us on that rug, naked and making love?”
“That was my second thought.”
He laughed softly and wound his fingers in mine. “What happened to the carpeting?”
“Someone ripped it up.”
“Obviously. Why?”
“Delilah Carson, the previous owner, met her demise here.”
“Was this a wise choice?”
I shrugged. “It got me the place cheap. They’d have sold me the furniture as well, but that would have kept even me awake at nights.”
“What do you mean, ‘even you’? It would keep anyone awake.”
“Oh, listen, if you tell me I have to get a priest in here and go the holy water and salt route—”
“Yes?” He was grinning. He wrapped his fingers around
