A ghost was one thing; a curse was another
Mattie Farrell's restaurant had a ghost one who played the harpsichord and opened the front door to a few select people. Her gorgeous landlord, Grant Whittaker, was one of them. And he was very much alive .
The ghost was his great–aunt, he said, and her curse had driven everyone of marrying age out of Barclayville. Everyone but him and her.
Mattie refused to believe it. Why would their ghost put a hex on marriage and then match make so determinedly from the grave?
