When I opened the door, Mike put Maggie Maye down, and she scurried up the stairs. “Where are you going, Mags?”
“Probably to my bedroom.”
She disappeared at the landing, and I turned back to Mike. He pressed his lips against mine. “Hello, beautiful. I’m glad you gave me an excuse to come over.”
“You don’t need an excuse.”
“I like that answer, but you happen to have a detective a few houses from you that wants to assist your Nancy Drew skills. Where’s your computer?”
“Upstairs.”
He kissed me again. This time, I felt his tongue swipe against my lips. “I think we might want to start researching before things go too far.”
I blinked in confusion. “Too far?”
“I want to open your robe and feel what’s underneath, Syd.”
“Oh my.” Yes, open my robe and touch my nipples. Roll them between your fingertips as you ease your finger inside me. My hormones were out of control. I really needed to dust off my vibrator before I started to hump his leg.
Mike grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. In my bedroom, Maggie Maye was already asleep on my bed. There was a love seat under the window to the right. I grabbed the computer and we settled there.
“See? What do you think?”
Mike
I took the computer from Sydney and started to read through what she’d found.
“Have you seen anything with the symbol that was on the coin in any of your research?”
Sydney shook her head. “No, nothing.”
I handed her back the computer. The way she was snuggled up next to me had my body on fire. I wanted to slip my hands in her robe and explore every inch of her body, kiss every inch of her body.
Clearing my throat, I pushed my thoughts away before they started giving my dick any ideas.
“We had a call last night. A woman said she heard a female screaming from the Salem Witch House Museum.”
“Probably the ghost, Elizabeth.”
My mouth dropped open. “Jesus Christ. Not you, too?”
She smiled. “What? It is the second most haunted place in Salem. I think I’ve even seen a woman walk by the upstairs middle window.”
“Really? I think I did, too.”
“See! A ghost.”
I rolled my eyes. “Back to what I was saying. The door was unlocked and the alarm hadn’t been set, which I thought should be concerning since the place is filled with historical artifacts and antique furniture, but I keep forgetting this is not Chicago.”