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?