“Blissful.” His voice was low, demanding. When this guy spoke, people listened. I only hoped his sleuthing skills were worth the cost I would be paying.
“Yes?”
“Why’s this case important to you? What’s your story?”
I hadn’t expected this question. “Well…let’s just say it’s personal for me. I’m not related to anyone involved, but the answer to the question I’m hoping you can find out will help a lot of people.”
“Fair enough.”
We hung up after agreeing to meet at Southern Ghost Wranglers first thing in the a.m.
I slid the phone into my pocket and crossed to Roan. He draped an arm over my shoulder. “So is he coming?”
“First thing.”
Roan glanced down at me and smiled. “Great. You tired?”
A yawn escaped my lips.
He laughed. “I guess so.” He threaded his fingers through mine and tugged me toward his bedroom. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
I locked my knees. “Wait. What are you talking about? Going to bed here?”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, Blissful. I’m not gonna try anything.” He wagged a finger at me. “And neither are you. I’m stuffing a pillow between us.”
I wiped my sleeve across my mouth, stifling a laugh. “Okay, but only if you promise.”
He flipped off the TV and winked, which totally confused me.
“So are you putting the pillow between us or not?”
He tugged me to him and wrapped his arms around my waist. I glanced up into his dark puppy-dog eyes. “I am going to do that. After.”
I quirked a brow. “After what?”
His lips spread into a slow, delicious smile. “You’ll see.”
I followed him into the bedroom, and Roan shut the door behind us.
You’ll seeturnedout to be a pretty heavy petting session that left me all tangled and knotted and Roan soothing me that at some point things would go farther, but not until I was ready.
I was ready now, darn it.
But since he was convinced that I wasn’t actually emotionally ready, whatever that meant, I had to untangle myself from him and take a really long, cold shower before I was able to get back into bed.
Thanks, Roan.
Roan was snoozing quietly when I tiptoed from the bathroom. The sound of his even breathing made me smile. I spied my path back to my side of the bed—and yes, Roan had stuffed a pillow barrier between us on the bed—and started to pick my way across the floor when it hit me.
The energy in the room was all wrong. I could feel my hair rising from my shoulders, as if a great magnet had been placed on the ceiling.
A trail of energy tingled down my spine. Whatever it was that was causing this to happen stood behind me. I suddenly felt like I was living a horror movie. Once I turned, the monster would be in view. I would throw up my hands screaming, and it would eat me.
But what this monster didn’t know was that I would kick it between the legs and jab it in the eyes. There would be no screams coming from these lungs.
I turned around slowly, prepared for the worst.
What I came face-to-face with was—nothing. Oh no, they wouldn’t get off that easy.
