“What?” I asked.
“Look at this,” Phil said, moving to the end monitor. He pulled up a camera that was in one of the cabins, and I observed.
“Holy hell. That’s activity,” I murmured.
On the screen, the camera focused on the living area, capturing movement. As we watched, a vase wobbled on a table, then righted itself. It was a minor incident, and maybe one that could be explained away, a wobbly table leg perhaps. But a bedroom door opening and shutting, followed by a poinsettia being picked up and carried to the window ledge, couldn’t be easily disputed.
“We moved that from where we set up a camera,” Phil said.
“It seems the ghosts don’t like where you placed it,” I replied.
“Nope. This is cabin thirteen,” Harry added.
“Well, it’s certainly proved something is happening there,” I mused as I considered tonight’s plans.
“Everyone needs to get their heads down for a few hours. I’ve spoken to Connor, Ashford, and Solace. They’re going to keep setting up and will start investigating tomorrow night,” Sunny said. He’d gone to check on everyone and had just returned.
“That sounds like a plan,” I said with a nod. I’d informed everyone on their teams when I headed out to help set up.
Sunny caught my hand, and I saw worry on his face. I know he thought I was angry at him, but I wasn’t. Concern and worry were my most prevalent emotions. Somewhere down the line, Sunny had become disillusioned with the magic of Christmas. I doubted that had happened when Liv was a child. Sure, Sunny was much older than me, but even older people loved Christmas.
I just had to find a way to make it special for him again. Sunny deserved no less.
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I woke dead on seven. Sunny was already up, dressed, and texting on his phone.
“Chance isn’t pleased that we’re here. He wanted to send Willow and Fanatic out. Willow isn’t talking to him now.” Sunny chuckled.
“They can come to New York State when we get back. Tell Chance that. But this is a private investigation. Fiona and Simon didn’t want this on air, and that’s fine. Hellfire can’t attend private ones,” I replied with a yawn, stretching.
Sunny’s eyes heated as he took in my bigger breasts, which peeped at him from my tank top. “If I had time…”
“Promises. You can sex me up when we get back in the morning,” I teased.
Sunny’s answering grin blew my mind. He really was sex on legs.
“I’ll hold you to that. Get showered, babe, I’ll meet you downstairs. I’ll make sure the others are up. Fiona mentioned she’d have a meal waiting for us, and she’s also informed the chef that we’d eat at three a.m. I’m hoping the chef won’t be a cranky fucker.” Sunny grinned.
“I didn’t think of that. We’re so used to cooking for ourselves. Maybe we could suggest to Fiona that we can do that here?”
“Babe, I love ya, but shut up. Let a professional chef cook for us once in a while.”
“Okay. I’ll be down in twenty minutes,” I said, throwing the covers back.
Sunny’s eyes dropped to my baby bump, and a contented smile crossed his lips. “How is my baby?” he asked as he walked towards me. Sunny reached out and covered my twenty-two-week baby bump with his hands.
“Baby Bean is wide awake and kicking,” I replied as Bean jabbed me with a foot or elbow.
“Felt that. I’m sure we’ve got a boy.” Sunny’s face lit up as he spoke.
“I don’t know. Bean feels pretty ornery to me. Must be all those female hormones,” I teased. Bean kicked Sunny again. “Are you sure you don’t want to find out?”
“It doesn’t matter to me, as long as you and Bean are healthy. I’ve raised Liv, so girls don’t frighten me.”
“But don’t you want a legacy?”
“I couldn’t care less. A girl is no less valuable than a son, and with a mother like you, she could only be amazing.”
