Page 14 of Undo Me

“Solid? Alive?” Michelle rubbed her temple. “I know. Unless he has a descendant who happens to be his doppelganger, I have no idea how this could happen. But this is absolutely him. Exactly how I saw him last, only in physical form. And, you know, naked.”

Bethany couldn’t stop shaking her head. “I can’t get beyond the how here, Michelle. If he’s a Loa, then he doesn’t have a body of his own. You said he couldn’t interact without one.”

Michelle got to her feet unsteadily, unable to look away from the prone figure. “I need to talk to my mother. And Ben.” She slid her hand into her jeans pocket and pulled out her cell phone with shaking fingers.

Bethany was having a hard time catching her breath. If this really was Bone Daddy, why did he look like the identical twin of her dream lover, Marcel?

Had the Loa been visiting her in her sleep? Fooling her and playing with her emotions for fun?

She took Michelle’s place at his side, needing to get a closer look at his face. Allegra took off her shawl and covered his hips, which Bethany was grateful for. How was a woman supposed to concentrate when such a perfect specimen appeared at your feet, naked and hung like a... Well, superiorly endowed.

“I know you.” She didn’t know she’d whispered the words out loud until Allegra touched her arm.

“You know him? How can you?”

She was so thrown she was wasn’t able to lie. “I’ve dreamt about him. For days now.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course you’re not.” Michelle was standing over her, phone in hand. “I was wondering where he’d been keeping himself, especially since you came to visit. I was positive he’d show up to hit on you.”

“I guess he did,” she said weakly, unwilling to tell them more.

“Ben’s on his way over to help get him into the car, and Mama is coming to the house as soon as she can.”

“You’re bringing him home?” Bethany couldn’t hide her surprise.

Michelle pushed back her hair and gestured helplessly. “He saved my life, Bethany. Saved Ben’s life. I owe it to him not to leave him naked in a graveyard, don’t you think? Today of all days, when we’re supposed to be respecting the dead and the Loa, I can’t just leave him here.”

Allegra’s delighted chuckled made Bethany and Michelle turn her way in confusion. “This is kind of perfect, isn’t it? Today of all days.”

“Are you okay, Allegra?” Brides occasionally got hysterical on their wedding days. Bethany was sure she’d read that somewhere.

“I’m wonderful,” Allegra said, her smile practically blinding. “Rousseau and I are getting married today and Bone Daddy is here and human. It’s perfect.”

Michelle was not smiling. “It’s only perfect if your fiancé doesn’t punch him into pulp and spend his honeymoon in prison. You remember Rousseau, don’t you? Not a fan of this Loa? A little grumpy due to that long-term possession situation.”

“Don’t ruin this with logic, Chelle. I mean, come on. This is some serious magic we’re experiencing here. The stars have friggin’ aligned. It has to mean something.”

Bethany glanced down in time to see those long dark lashes flutter open, revealing stunning amber eyes. Not Marcel. There is no Marcel.

He swallowed a moan of pain before turning his head and snaring her gaze with his own. He blinked. His tongue came out to wet his dry lips, and she leaned toward them, unable to help herself.

“Not quite ready for three of you yet, cher,” he said hoarsely in apology. “But if you find me something cool to drink and a soft bed, I’ll give you a morning to remember.”

His eyes rolled back in his head and he was gone again.

Allegra fell on her ass as laughter shook her slender body. “Oh yeah. That’s no doppelganger. That is the one and only Bone Daddy.”

Michelle smirked at Allegra’s mirth. “In the flesh.”

Bethany bit her lip hard, resisting the urge to give that perfect nose of his a good, hard punch before Rousseau got the chance.

“Well hell.”

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