Uptight, but ever so sexy, Dillon Spencer, gets a second chance at life when his spirit takes up residency in Hilly Thomson's room at a hotel haunted by some rather notorious and opinionated ghosts... * * * The pretty young woman ordered a small cup of regular coffee from the male waiter behind the no flavorings, no steamed milk, and no espresso. The older woman watching her stared in delight as the woman took her small coffee over to the milk kiosk, poured in real cream and a packet of real sugar then was on her way, smiling at a curly haired child as she walked out of the café into the snowy Colorado night. The older woman couldn’t seem to take her eyes off the young woman as she followed her every move through the front windows of the café. She watched as the woman met up with another woman, about her same age, who held a monster sized paper cup of some kind of espresso-foaming concoction she could only sip due to its blistering high temperature. No doubt purchased at the older woman’s competition, a popular coffee shop across the street. She continued to watch as the two girls chatted and thought how wonderful it would be if her sweet grandson could find someone exactly like the regular-sized coffee girl to love. She could rest easy if only he would stop trying to live someone else’s life, and enjoy his own. She wondered if there was a way she could bring these two young people together. Arrange some kind of meeting, or better still, concoct some kind of spell she could cast on them. The older woman believed in love spells, although she hadn’t cast one in quite some time. They were the only spells she would consider. Anything else might bring evil into her life, and there was enough evil in the world, she didn’t need it knocking on her door. Fortunately, today she’d worn the sapphire ring her mother had given her, passed down from her mother. The ring that held their combined power lay hidden under her white coat on a silver chain around her neck. For the life of her she couldn’t understand why she hadn’t thought of this before, but then instinctively knew the answer. It had to do with this specific young woman and only after seeing her did she know for certain it was time. The older woman thought of all of this as she waited to be picked up by her grandson in front of My Blue Heaven, the café she’d owned in Breckenridge for more than thirty years. He would be taking her to their favorite place in the entire world, the Hotel Colorado in Glenwood Springs, for a few days’ visit. Something the two of them had been doing for the past fifteen years. It was time, she thought as he parked his rented, black SUV in front of the café. Time he found true love.