The Ghost Shrink, the Accidental Gigolo & the Poltergeist Accountant by Vivi Andrews Read Free Book Online

just a symptom of that. Death is a big transition. No one expects you to move on before you’re ready, but you can’t stay in a plane where you don’t belong just for me. I won’t let you do that to yourself.”
    “You’re worth it, Lucy,” Eliot swore. “I would haunt the world a thousand lifetimes just to be with you for yours.”
    “Eliot, that’s very—” creepy, terrifying, appalling “—sweet of you, but it wouldn’t be right.”
    “If loving you is wrong, baby, I don’t want to be right.”
    Lucy winced. She’d created a monster. A love-starved, green-glowing, pulsating nerd of a monster. “Look, Eliot, why don’t we just wait until Mr. Cox gets back? I bet things will look differently after you know Big Joe will be punished for what he did to you.”
    Eliot snorted. “Sure. Let’s do that. Let’s just wait until Mr. Cox gets back, shall we?” He strutted across the kitchen.
    Warning bells went off in Lucy’s head.
    “Eliot, what did you do?”
    “Do?” he repeated innocently. “Why would you ask that?”
    Lucy stood, shoving her chair back so quickly it toppled over. She didn’t pause to right it. Instead, she marched over to where Eliot was admiring the way his light played across her crystal stemware. “Eliot, where did you send Jake?”
    “To a warehouse,” he replied with a catty smile.
    “What’s in the warehouse?”
    “Records,” Eliot said, then his face split into a grin as he went on. “And enough guards with Uzis to turn your mortal boyfriend into Swiss cheese.”
    “Eliot! Why didn’t you tell Jake that?” Lucy was already running toward the bedroom, stripping out of her pajamas as she ran.
    “He didn’t ask,” the ghost said, floating along behind her, pulled by the link between the two of them.
    Lucy quickly yanked on jeans and a black T-shirt, ignoring Eliot’s avid gaze and his little mumbles of protest as she clothed herself. “What were you thinking?” she asked him angrily. “He’ll be killed.”
    “So? I don’t see what the big deal is if he dies. I’m already dead. It isn’t so bad.”
    “That is no excuse for sending him into a trap!” Lucy shoved her feet into her sneakers and grabbed her car keys, sprinting toward the front door.
    “Where are we going?” Eliot whined, drawn along like a balloon on a string.
    “To that damn warehouse to help Jake. I just hope we aren’t already too late.”
    “Lucy,” Eliot moaned plaintively. “I don’t want to go. I just wanted him to get rid of him so we could be alone together.”
    “So you lied.”
    “I didn’t lie,” he protested. “The records are there. I just neglected to mention a few other details.”
    “Well, thanks to your neglect, Jake’s life is in danger.”
    “That doesn’t mean you have to go,” Eliot complained. Then he paused, thinking. “Wait. If you die, does that mean we get to be ghosts together forever?”
    “No,” Lucy snapped. “If I die, I’m going on to whatever is next and leaving your sorry ass haunting my apartment for the rest of eternity. But I bet if Jake dies, he’s going to hang around just long enough to kick your phantom ass.”

Chapter Seven: The Warehouse of Death and Taxes
    Being inside the warehouse sounded like being inside the world’s largest popcorn popper. Gunfire ricocheted and echoed in a nonstop patter of deadly explosions.
    “This doesn’t seem smart, Lucy.”
    “Shut up, Eliot.” Lucy ran with her head down and ducked behind a crate. She could see Jake’s legs sticking out from behind a crate in front of her. He was sprawled out on his stomach and she couldn’t tell if he was bleeding—she couldn’t see his torso at all, but she was sure it was him. There was no mistaking that ass.
    Running into a firefight was stupid on more levels than she could count, but she needed to get to Jake—although by this point, he’d probably already figured out that the warehouse was used for more than just file storage. Still, if there was