Page 66 of It'll Always Be Her

“Will that be difficult for you?” Bee nibbled on a watercress sandwich.

He shrugged. “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before. My father’s colleagues will be the toughest. They were my biggest critics. But though they preach a lot about integrity and strong moral centers, they don’t actually live by the same code.”

“What about your mother?”

“She’ll just want to avoid the whole issue.”

“Do they know about the possibilities you have with that London research group?” Bee asked.

“My sister knows, but I haven’t told my parents yet. It’s not a prestigious job anyway, more of a lab rat position. But it’d still be better than what I’m doing now.”

For you or for them?

Bee bit back the question. She was having a hard enough time not falling too hard for Adam without meddling in his personal life. He might not love his role on the ghost-hunter show, but he’d realize that he was good at it if he looked past his skepticism.

Not just the analytical part, but all the rest of it—the investigations, the technology, the directing, the writing, the storytelling.

As disillusioned as she’d been by the discovery thatHex or Hoax?was entirely scripted, she had to admire the creativity and energy behind it all.

Everyone involved brought their A game and cared about delivering a well-produced, well-written episode. And as long as his chakras were clear and his chi flowing, Clyde Constantine really was a good actor.

She handed Adam a foil-wrapped packet of homemade lemon bars that she’d made for him that morning and began putting the plates and containers back into the basket.

“Have you found anything interesting on the video or audio yet?” she asked.

He hesitated, then shook his head. She glanced at him, surprised by the hesitation.

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” He helped her stack the containers, then picked up the lemon bars. “Speaking of which, I’m planning to review some of it for the next hour or so.”

“Okay. I’m going back to the archives to keep reading the journals and letters.”

She turned off the lights as they left the break room and walked toward the circulation desk. The darkness added an eerie atmosphere to the library’s Halloween decorations, the ghosts and witches swaying in the pale light glowing through the windows.

“Are you going to the Spooktacular Festival on Saturday?” Bee asked.

“Yeah, we’ll do some shooting. Plus, I wouldn’t miss the library’s haunted house or Sugar Joy’s pumpkin cookies.”

She smiled. “There’ll also be plenty of candy to satisfy your sweet tooth. What causes a sweet tooth, anyway?”

“Genetics.” He paused at the corridor leading to the conference room. “There are other variables, but in general, DNA determines how sensitive we are to certain flavors.”

“Do you have a scientific explanation for everything?”

He shook his head, his gaze on hers. “Scientists don’t really know why people yawn.”

“Seriously?”

“There’s an idea that it’s a thermoregulatory behavior, but its biological function hasn’t been proven. And scientists are still trying to figure out what makes up dark matter in space. Actually, a lot of things can’t be explained by science.”

“Wow.” She widened her eyes in mock astonishment. “I can’t believe you just admitted that.”

“Yeah, well, the paranormal isn’t one of theunexplainablethings. But I’m at a loss to explain why your smile gives me a rush that’s way more intense than a sugar high.”

“Whoa.” Bee stopped in her tracks, her breath catching. “Be careful, Adam. You might have to give up your science card if you keep saying outlandishly romantic things like that.”

He gave her a faintly bashful smile that made her heart stop and start again. Then he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

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