Aidan was the best kind of distraction, one Rachel felt good about losing herself in. Better than fighting, or drinking, although the long-term damage could be just as bad if it went sour. But she wasn't thinking about that now. Now there was just the taste of his skin against her lips and tongue as she kissed her way down his abdomen.

"Ghosts, hmm? On top of everything else, you're a ghostbuster?"