Alexis mouthed the words, “I think he’s off his meds.”
Loving her sense of humor, and knowing they were going to get along just fine, Sam let out a laugh. Once he was able to straighten back up, he asked, “So, Alexis, what is it that Errol said I could help you with?”
“He thinks I have a ghost.”
As she looked up at him with those bedroom blues, his mind raced, thinking about all the naughty delicious things he’d like to help her with, and not one of them involved cleansing her house of a ghost.
Chapter Two
Since the last thing Lex believed in were ghosts, and despite the fact that her traitorous body was urging her to invite this gorgeous man inside to explore her… house …she opened her mouth, completely prepared to tell him that she didn’t need his help, only to find herself blurting out, “I think the noise came from the upstairs bedroom.”
Sam’s lips twitched. “Would that be your bedroom?”
“Yes, just temporarily, until I can get the place restored and on the market.”
He slanted his head, his eyes moving over her face. “So it’s odd to hear noises, or even screaming, coming from your room.”
When she caught the teasing glint in his dark eyes, her pulse leapt, totally knowing where he was going with this. Feeling a bit flustered as he stepped closer, his mere presence overwhelming her senses, she answered with, “Well yes… I mean no… I mean…”
“Well, what is it, Alexis? Is it or is it not normal to hear screaming coming from your bedroom?”
“No, it’s not.”
“Now that’s a damn shame,” he murmured under his breath as he turned his attention to her house.
Before she could respond, Errol poked Sam with his cane again and said, “Why don’t you grab your gizmo thingies and check it out. You did bring them with you, didn’t you?”
Sam ran his hands through his shoulder-length hair, humor in his voice when he asked, “My gizmos?”
Errol nodded. “Yeah, those gizmo things you use to trap ghosts.”
“Ah, you mean my state of the art, electrometric gauge, pulse meter, strobe light and cage?”
“Yeah, boy. That’s what I said, your gizmo thingies.”
“Yeah, I brought them.” He turned to Lex. “But first I need the lady’s permission to enter her house.”
A fine shiver moved through Lex, and she gave a breathless laugh. “You make it sound like you’re a vampire, not a ghost hunter.”
A sexy look came over his face and since she’d given him such a great opening, she was certain he was going to come back with another smart-assed comment. But then he looked at Errol and cleared his throat before explaining, “My team and I just don’t believe in doing anything or going anywhere where we’re not wanted.” He met her glance straight on before he added, “I need to know you want me, Alexis.”
Oh, God…
The guy was a big flirt, and every word that came out of his mouth was so suggestive, so sexy. Then again, maybe it was just her imagination, and she was simply reading him wrong, because everything about him made her think of sex. Either way, hell yeah she wanted him. But his teasing manner and easygoing nature told her he was a playboy and she wasn’t about to get involved with a guy who read comic books and hunted ghosts in New Mexico.
“Yes, you have my permission,” she said.
“Good, then I’ll go grab my gizmos and be right back.” He was about to leave, but turned back, real concern dancing in his dark eyes. “Will you be okay here, or did you want to come with me?”
Looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, Errol said, “Of course she’s not going to be okay. You need to keep her close, boy.”
Lex shook her head. She’d had enough coddling from her brothers and didn’t need the men here doing it, too. “No, Errol, I’ll be fine.”
“You ain’t fine. You got yourself a ghost. And you shouldn’t be alone in that big old house. Especially at night. I hear ghosts are more active after dark.” He
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