Chapter Six
Ian lay sprawled on Paige's sofa while she sat in the overstuffed chair sipping on a mug of hot tea after eating a late breakfast. Conversation at the meal table had centered on how much they both loved this area, the beach, and other commonplace things. The air between them felt relaxed and unhurried.
A sense of peace coursed lazily through Paige as she surveyed the man just a few feet from her. He looked so real lying there, so utterly casual and achingly virile. She had to keep reminding herself with every fluttering heartbeat that he was a ghost.
"A penny for your thoughts," he murmured.
"Well," she ran a finger along the rim of her cup, her tone serious and more than a little bewildered. "I was sitting here not really believing this was all happening. I mean, if anyone
