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 was one of them. The ghost was his great aunt, he said, and he curse had driven everyone of marrying age out of town – everyone but him …and her.
Mattie refused to believe it. Why would their ghost put a hex on marriage, and then matchmaker so determinedly from the grave?