Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (spicy books to read .TXT) 📕

– even to the ghosts, she was sweet.  He held the recorder and the video camera while Savannah asked more questions and took more photos.  Patrick found himself focusing the lens on her – damn, she was lovely.

Out of the blue there came a huge CRRRAAACCCCKKKK! Honestly, it was as loud as a gunshot, but that wasn’t what it was.  Patrick immediately went into defense mode.  He laid the equipment down and made a grab for Savannah, but she was nowhere to be seen.  Panic hit him and then he realized that she had taken off like a ruptured redbug.  His little ghost-buster had turned tail and ran.  He flipped on the flashlight and all he could see was her little white sweater as she dashed between headstones and over graves.  He shone the light on her till she reached his truck and then he decided to look around and see what had caused the racket.

Savannah was out of breath and embarrassed.  She had ran!  Like a little girl!  Laying her head on her arm, she tried to calm down.  Why had that scared her so badly?  She had seen things, heard things – but this had been different.  And Patrick had been there.  Lord, what he must have thought.

After a few moments, she looked to see why Patrick hadn’t returned.  The glow of his flashlight was dancing around on the ground near where they had been standing.  There was enough illumination that she could see him bending over and examining something on the ground.  He stood up and swung the light around as if checking out the area in all directions.  Had he pulled a gun?  It seemed she saw a glint of metal in the moonlight.  Surely, not.  Where on that incredible body would he have hidden a gun?  The only bulge she had been aware of was the one behind his zipper.

At first Patrick had thought one of Savannah’s ghosts had come calling.  There was a good size hickory limb lying on the ground that had been snapped in half.  The piece of wood was too big for most to have broken it.  But when Patrick saw the stress ball in the dirt beside the green branch, he knew that there had been nothing supernatural about their visitor.  Evil, yes.  So, Lucas was following him.  That meant he was wise to Patrick’s efforts to accumulate enough documentation to bring charges against his superior officer.  Damn, the man was dangerous.  He’d have to make sure Savannah was protected.  As long as he was home, that would be no problem.  Tomorrow, he’d call Revel Lee and bring him up to speed.  But for now, he had to comfort his little ghost hunter.  At least he couldn’t argue with her instincts, Lucas was definitely a reason to run.

When he came walking up to her, she wouldn’t look at him.

“Savannah.”

He spun her around.  “Are you all right?”

“Yes, just mortified, that’s all.”

“No, your response was a good one.  There was someone in the dark with us.”  He opted not to tell her about Lucas at this point, the less she knew the better – at least until he could get a handle on it.  “The only thing you did wrong was the direction you chose to run.”

He was standing so close to her that she could feel the erotic magnetic pull of his body.  But he wasn’t making sense.  “What do you mean?  The gate was over here, if I had run another direction, I would have just ended up at the fence with no way out.”

Putting one hand at her waist, he tugged her up against his body.  “The next time you feel the urge to run, and I’m anywhere near you – run to me.  Run to my arms, that’s the safest place in the world for you.”

He was right, about everything.  And at that moment – Savannah surrendered.  She surrendered her heart to him, completely.  She surrendered her love to him, unconditionally.  And she placed her happiness in his hands for all eternity.  The next time he proposed, she would accept.

Chapter Seven

If she could have designed a dream proposal from the man she loved, Savannah could not have conceived of a more perfect moment.  They had returned from ghost hunting, took care of the dog and had some chicken and dumplings from the crock pot.  Patrick had helped her clean the kitchen, and then he had walked with her to the living room.  She had wondered what he was up to when he turned off the television – but then he gave her that look and took her breath away.

“Savannah Doucet, you are my whole world.  Will you marry me?”  Patrick knelt in front of her on one knee.

For the first time in her life, Savannah knew total and complete happiness.  Patrick loved her.  He really loved her.  She had no doubt of that.  Still, just hearing the words stole the very breath from her body.  His beloved face looked up at her expectantly, awaiting her answer. Patrick Heath O’Rourke could have any woman in the world.  Why he would choose to settle for a little brown wren when he could have a peacock was a mystery to her.  Still, Savannah was nobody’s fool.  There was so much she wanted to say to him, but nothing was more important than this - “Yes, Patrick, yes, I’ll marry you!”  She threw her arms around his neck and he pulled her over on top of him.

“God, you’ve made me happy, Sunshine.”  He strained to keep his balance, but Savannah was kissing him so much and so hard that they both toppled back onto the rug with joyous laughter.  “For a little thing, you sure can pack a wallop.”

He lay flat on his back and she made herself at home on top of him.  “You’re a big boy. I think you can take anything I dish out.  Thank you for wanting me.”

“You think I want you?”  He exhaled a