Demonically Tempted (Frostbite 2)

Who was I to point it out? These men had become more than friends to me, almost family, especially Zach. We had been through a lot together in a very short time, which included their believing in ghosts. I might dig at Max to rev him up, but I’d never been closer to a group of men in my life.

“Does that mean we get to go home?” I asked.

This job might not be so bad after all. Great pay, good coffee and weekends off. Well, as off as they could be for me since ghosts didn’t understand the meaning of not working on a weekend.

“Not likely,” Max said, ruining my good mood. “I wanted to have a little chat with you about this, but because you ran out of here after I assigned the case I didn’t have the chance.”

He winked, showing pride in my eagerness to get the job done. “But like I told you before, I talked with some of the higher-ups to bring you onto the team and I’ve brought someone in to help you.”

I blinked. “Help me?”

He waved away my remark, stood from the chair, and approached the telephone on the wall. After a quick call, and instructions to send Dane—whoever that was—in, he smiled at me. “Something you need help with, so don’t argue with me.”

My lips parted to find out exactly what he was up to, when the door opened. A wave of heat rushed over my body. A strange sensation stole my breath as tingles fluttered through me.

Then I looked toward the door and my mouth dropped open.

Chapter Three

The man who entered was tall, at least a few inches taller than Kipp. Built like a brick shithouse and with his slicked blond hair and blue eyes, he was worth a second look.

But why did I care?

This wasn’t about attraction. It was something different and whatever it was made me squirm in my seat.

Max strode toward the man, offered his hand, and after a good shake he glanced my way. “This is Dane Wolfe.” He waved out at me. “Meet Tess Jennings.”

Dane gave my body a once over, and grinned. “You were right. She does have the gift.”

“Who is this fucker?” Kipp all but growled.

Dane stiffened, glancing around the room with a disdained expression. “Tell the ghost to back off.”

My mouth practically hit the floor. I blinked twice before I found my voice. “You can see him?”

Dane shook his head. “No, I don’t have the special gifts you do, but I can feel him.” He sat next to me, filled the chair completely with his large body, and that charming grin remained. “I’m a medium who works with the F.B.I.. I hear that you’re uneducated in your ability.”

I wasn’t sure if I should be offended or just plain pissed off. I scowled at Max. “What have you done?”

He snorted, seemingly unbothered by my glare. “Do you honestly think I wouldn’t look into your ability further? You’re part of our team now, which makes you family. You needed answers. I went and found them.”

I pointed at Dane. “In him?”

“He comes highly recommended.” Max cocked his head. “Wouldn’t it be nice to know more about why you can do this, instead of always looking as if you haven’t a clue what’s going on.”

My glare deepened.

Zach chuckled. “What do you do for the Bureau?”

“I’ve been working with them for close to five years now in an official capacity,” Dane replied. “I help much like Tess does, but clearly, I’m not nearly as talented. While Tess here is proficient on cold cases, I assist on present cases.”

“And do what?” I couldn’t help but ask.

Dane’s intense stare shifted to mine. “Find missing bodies, much as you do. I channel the ghost’s presence at the murder scene and sense clues about how I can help solve their murder.” At my eager expression for more since that answered jack-shit of my questions, he added, “I tap into energy and get feelings off that energy.”

“Oh,” was my response.

Dane leaned in, rested his open hand on the table, and gestured toward it. “Let me have a look to see what I’m dealing with.”