Supernaturally Kissed (Frostbite 1)

Caley’s mouth parted to say more when she caught sight of Zach. She dropped her hands and ran her gaze over every inch of his body. She reached into her pocket, dialed a number and held it up to her ear. “Brandon, I’m sorry to say that things aren’t going to work out between me and you.”

My best friend at her finest—loyal. She’d never start anything with a guy if she had another on the go and her quick-draw reaction meant I’d been dead on about Zach being her type.

Brandon shouted through the speaker of the phone, but Caley ended the call. She smiled seductively. “Hello there.” She all but purred. “And who are you?”

Zach returned the sensual smile. “I’m the one you just tore a strip off moments ago.”

Caley laughed, flicking her blonde locks behind her shoulder. “Well-deserved too.” She took a seat on the coffee table in front of Zach, crossed one leg over the other and dangled it in front of him. “I’m Caley.”

Zach ran his gaze over her leg. “Zach Foster.”

“Are you coming with me?” Kipp asked.

Stay here to watch Caley and Zach flirt or go search for a ghost? “I’m coming with you.” I bolted off the couch and headed for the door. “Just get me the hell out of here.”

If I had to sit and watch these two lusting over each other, I might take the gun out of Zach’s holster and blow my head off. I shut the front door behind me. “Thank God, we’re alone.”

Kipp grinned with a playful edge. “You want to be alone with me, do you?”

My cheeks warmed. “I meant I’m glad to get away from the two horndogs.” Hadn’t I? If only I had the chance to solve that mystery. Kipp stepped in closer toward me and the coldness of his ghostly form created goose bumps across my skin.

“I enjoy making you blush.” His voice sounded in a warm purr, which eased the cold air around me.

I stared into his heated gaze and tingles danced right down to the bottom of my toes. Why do you have to be a ghost? The reminder he was, in fact, exactly that dropped the spikes to my temperature.

What game did he play? Did he acknowledge my attraction to him and feed off it to pump himself up or did he experience the same intensity I suffered from?

Whatever his reasons behind his attempt, the charade needed to end. There might be more to Kipp McGowen than a gorgeous face and a hot body, but I had no right to find out. So the angel on my shoulder told me. I tore my gaze from his and strode down the front steps.

“Are we on our way, then?” Kipp called after me.

I said nothing and merely conti

nued on my way. I only got five steps down the street before his voice came again. “Do you mind telling me where you’re off to?”

I skidded to a halt and stared at the tree-lined street before I glanced back over my shoulder, annoyed and equally embarrassed. I’d been so wound up from our conversation, I hadn’t realized I had no idea where we were headed.

Kipp’s light tone mocked me. “Coming back?” A few curse words echoed in my mind, which I kept to myself, before I walked back to where he stood. “Where to?”

He grinned, cool and collected. “If you were a young woman who had been murdered, alone and afraid, where would you go?”

Wander? To a friend’s house? One place stood out more than the rest. “I’d go home.”

Kipp nodded. “My thoughts exactly. Her parents live not too far from here.” He gestured to the left, in the opposite direction I’d been going. “A few blocks that way.”

He might not have been laughing at me, but his eyes were. Not responding to the obvious knowledge that he’d gotten under my skin, I spun on my heels and proceeded down the street.

Kipp caught up with me and matched my stride. “You choose interesting company.”

Not something I hadn’t heard before. “Caley can be a bit much at times, but she’s a good friend and is loyal. She always has my back.”

“Apparently, since she all but broke down the door to make sure you were all right.”

“She’s got more balls than an entire soccer team.” I shrugged. “No one’s perfect—I take her for who she is.”

“As she does you.”

I stopped, placed my hands on my hips and gave him a firm look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”