his fingers through his hair. The act tousled the strands around his face, making him look even more irresistible. “Okay. For now, I’ll believe you.” He shook a finger at her. “But one more trip into la-la land and I’m taking you to the hospital.” He eased his hand down her spine, palming the small of her back. “Let’s get inside where we can talk without me worrying if you’re going to face plant onto the walkway.”
She scoffed but allowed him to guide her to the room, doing her best to ignore how his hand caressed her back, his fingers making small circles along her spine as he followed her in, closing the door behind them. The sound of the lock tumbling into place sent a jolt of desire pulsing through her, and she couldn’t help but wish they were here for something much more intimate than discussing ghosts. Cal dropped his bag beside the wall before maneuvering her to the bed, insisting she sit while he checked out the place. He toed off his boots and shrugged out of his hoodie before settling in the chair opposite the bed. He crossed his feet at the ankles as he leaned back, watching her as if she might suddenly bolt from the room. His muscles tensed with forced patience as he seemed to wait for her to make the next move.
A thousand ideas ran through her mind, but only one pulled at her gut and wouldn’t let go. She relaxed against the headboard, slipping off her shoes and drawing her knees to her chest as she asked the question that had kept her up at night for the past ten years. “What the hell’s inside that house?”
Chapter Five
The words hit Cal like a physical blow, tightening his already taut muscles. After all this time, he still couldn’t think about that night without seeing the ghostly face of the woman hovering in the air as Dave disappeared out the window, the hollow sound of his body hitting the cold ground echoing through the room. He’d never felt so utterly helpless before, and he wasn’t sure he could tell the story without reliving every subtle nuance of that experience.
He gazed at Jordan, trying to keep his emotions in check, but he could see by the way she tilted her head, allowing her gaze to drift up and down his body that his efforts were wasted. He hadn’t hidden anything from her.
He mumbled a curse. She was as irritating as his damn brothers, even disregarding Avery, who didn’t really count with his weird voodoo mind powers. But Cal had yet to keep anything from Blake or Dylan. Though to be fair, they weren’t able to keep secrets from him, either.
Cal released a weary breath, running his fingers through his hair. “Why don’t we start with what you remember from last night?”
“That’s easy. Nothing. Your turn.”
“Honesty, sweetheart.”
She snorted. “I am being honest. I don’t remember any specifics…at least, I don’t think I do. It’s all just a jumbled mass of color and light.”
“Maybe if we go through the evening in sequence, it’ll help you remember? That is, if you’re not afraid of what you might discover.”
“Don’t patronize me, Cal. I’ve been working in this field for years and witnessed more than my fair share of creepy ass ghosts. I’m not afraid of what was in there. I just can’t remember what it was.”
“Good. Then start from the beginning.”
Jordan sighed, the huff of air rustling the hairs around her face. The golden strands gleamed in the light from the window, surrounding her skin with a warm glow. He smiled in spite of the circumstances, wishing he felt half as calm as Jordan looked. Other than the incident in the car, she’d taken his presence in stride, never indicating he’d done more than piss her off. He, on the other hand, felt as if he was on the brink of a nervous breakdown.
While he’d realized he’d have residual feelings for her—especially in light of how they’d parted—he never imagined his body would come out of some kind of hibernation, awakening at the first
She scoffed but allowed him to guide her to the room, doing her best to ignore how his hand caressed her back, his fingers making small circles along her spine as he followed her in, closing the door behind them. The sound of the lock tumbling into place sent a jolt of desire pulsing through her, and she couldn’t help but wish they were here for something much more intimate than discussing ghosts. Cal dropped his bag beside the wall before maneuvering her to the bed, insisting she sit while he checked out the place. He toed off his boots and shrugged out of his hoodie before settling in the chair opposite the bed. He crossed his feet at the ankles as he leaned back, watching her as if she might suddenly bolt from the room. His muscles tensed with forced patience as he seemed to wait for her to make the next move.
A thousand ideas ran through her mind, but only one pulled at her gut and wouldn’t let go. She relaxed against the headboard, slipping off her shoes and drawing her knees to her chest as she asked the question that had kept her up at night for the past ten years. “What the hell’s inside that house?”
Chapter Five
The words hit Cal like a physical blow, tightening his already taut muscles. After all this time, he still couldn’t think about that night without seeing the ghostly face of the woman hovering in the air as Dave disappeared out the window, the hollow sound of his body hitting the cold ground echoing through the room. He’d never felt so utterly helpless before, and he wasn’t sure he could tell the story without reliving every subtle nuance of that experience.
He gazed at Jordan, trying to keep his emotions in check, but he could see by the way she tilted her head, allowing her gaze to drift up and down his body that his efforts were wasted. He hadn’t hidden anything from her.
He mumbled a curse. She was as irritating as his damn brothers, even disregarding Avery, who didn’t really count with his weird voodoo mind powers. But Cal had yet to keep anything from Blake or Dylan. Though to be fair, they weren’t able to keep secrets from him, either.
Cal released a weary breath, running his fingers through his hair. “Why don’t we start with what you remember from last night?”
“That’s easy. Nothing. Your turn.”
“Honesty, sweetheart.”
She snorted. “I am being honest. I don’t remember any specifics…at least, I don’t think I do. It’s all just a jumbled mass of color and light.”
“Maybe if we go through the evening in sequence, it’ll help you remember? That is, if you’re not afraid of what you might discover.”
“Don’t patronize me, Cal. I’ve been working in this field for years and witnessed more than my fair share of creepy ass ghosts. I’m not afraid of what was in there. I just can’t remember what it was.”
“Good. Then start from the beginning.”
Jordan sighed, the huff of air rustling the hairs around her face. The golden strands gleamed in the light from the window, surrounding her skin with a warm glow. He smiled in spite of the circumstances, wishing he felt half as calm as Jordan looked. Other than the incident in the car, she’d taken his presence in stride, never indicating he’d done more than piss her off. He, on the other hand, felt as if he was on the brink of a nervous breakdown.
While he’d realized he’d have residual feelings for her—especially in light of how they’d parted—he never imagined his body would come out of some kind of hibernation, awakening at the first
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