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A ghost story and a romance. Zoe's imaginary playmate should have vanished long ago.
Devin has protected Zoe Broderick ever since she was orphaned as a toddler. Grown-up now, Zoe knows her imaginary friend should have disappeared long ago. Saddled with psychic powers, the dance hall owner wants a normal life free of premonitions and of her pretend pal. When newspaper editor Max Wilder exiles himself to Zoe’s small Texas hometown to overcome grief over his wife’s death, fireworks ignite between him and Zoe on the Fourth of July. Zoe’s attraction to Max throws Devin into a jealous fury. Threatened by his sudden malice, she wonders what is Devin really? Were the tragedies that befell her past lovers sheer bad luck? Can she find a way to banish Devin, or has her interest in Max placed him in danger?
Devin loomed over her shoulder, filling the doorframe. Handsome as a boy, he'd matured into a real heart-stopper. Too bad nobody else could see him. He dropped by from time to time, and his presence usually comforted her. He compensated for her missing family, although she didn't need his protection anymore. He'd whipped Emery enough times her bullying cousin was terrified of touching her. A shame, she thought sometimes, Devin wasn't real. He was so perfect, so good to her. Maybe he'd spoiled her to human men who came with flaws and old attachments and didn't stay around forever.
She mustered a smile for him, happy she wasn't totally alone tonight. “I was wondering where you'd gone to,” she said aloud. “It's been months since I've seen you.”
“Is that why your eyes are so bright, Love? From thinking about me? Or your new tenant?” Still bristling with boyish energy, he toyed with the light switch, making the light flash off and on.
“Stop that, please. I really like him, Devin. It's been so long since Rick, maybe I don't know how to act around men anymore.”
“You seemed to be managing.”
“Not as I wanted to.” She rubbed night cream on her face.
“Is that why you stopped short of telling him everything?”
Her smile crumpled into a frown. “So you're my conscience now too? And why are you sneaking around without showing yourself?”
“You have me, Zoe. You don't need him.”
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