Page 10 of Wicked Trouble

“What?” His pivot wasn’t registering, and she just stared after him like the empty space around her would fill in the blanks somehow.

He poked his head out of the closet. “Obviously you can’t stay here. I mean, unless you’re okay with sleeping next to a ghost…and knowing what you know?”

Her stomach fluttered and the weight on her shoulders lifted. “You believe me?”

He gave her a ‘yeah, duh’ look before disappearing into the closet again.

Even without evidence, Zane believed her.

Okay then.

The investigation was still on. No evidence? No problem! She was Cammie Sheppard. She’d find a way to prove what happened and figure out what the hell was going on.

She scanned the room, then beelined for the blinds. One flick of a button and they slowly started to drop. Better if Ben thought she slept the morning away when he came in later to clean or whatever it was he did on his shift.

Zane came out of her closet with a pair of jogging pants and a T-shirt. “These okay for sleeping?”

Cammie wanted to laugh. No, not really. She usually slept naked, but she was assuming she was headed to Zane’s room and, despite their earlier intimacy, didn’t want to make things weird. “Yep. Great, thanks.”

She yanked the folded-down comforter nearly off the bed then mussed up the sheets. Zane came around the other side and swiped the chocolates off before punching the pillows a few times, making it look like a head had rested there.

Cammie detoured to the bathroom to collect the toiletries she’d need, then grabbed a few other things from the closet. Zane had shoved her comfortable clothes into a clean laundry bag, so she added the extra things she’d collected.

“Ready?” He unwrapped one of the chocolates then popped it into his mouth.

“We are headed to your room, right?” She waved away the wrapped chocolate he held out for her.

“Yeah, I’ll take the floor. Eventually.” He opened that chocolate, too, then ate it. “We’ve got some things to do first.”

For a split-second Cammie had the most ludicrous thought race through her mind—Sex? Now? Hell yes!

Sure, she could absolutely use a good fucking, maybe some more bondage play—

“I’ve got access to the traveler manifest. It has details that might help us find the dead guy.”

Ohhhhh, right.Cammie’s cheeks heated. Oopsie…not thinking of sex….

“You okay?” He paused with his hand on the door.

She waved him off. “Yeah, yeah, lead the way.” She bypassed the place where the body had been.

“We can order some room service, get some caffeine and food.” He held the door open.

“Good plan,” she said as she swept past him.

Sex. Sheesh!Can someone say ‘gutter brain’?

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