Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed [Good Will Ghost Hunting 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

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Author: Tymber Dalton
Tags: Romance
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pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to ten. As always, setup resembled controlled chaos, with Aidan twenty places at once and making sure the infrared and other cameras had been properly placed and wired. Purson had to handle one of the unpaid PAs, who insisted on bringing his girlfriend to the shoot. Purson finally convinced the girlfriend to leave with a little of his special brand of persuasion. Will brooked no bending of his “boys only” rule when he worked on a shoot. The four closely knit men knew the real reason. Everyone else assumed Will was either gay or an obnoxious chauvinist pig.
    Neither reason true, of course, but Will was more than happy to let the rumors fly if it kept him isolated from anything other than incidental contact with members of the opposite sex.
    He damn sure couldn’t work with a woman. The crew only welcomed women on shoots when Will wasn’t around, usually B-roll retakes or prelim investigations edited into the final cuts to make it look like they’d all been shot at the same time. The public never knew the difference, only the inner sanctum of the high-ranking production crew was aware of it.
    Will glanced at the time, pleasantly surprised to see they were almost an hour ahead of schedule. “We’ve got time for dinner,” he told Aidan. The crew welcomed the break. “So when’s this new producer arriving?”
    Aidan glanced at his watch. “Flight should have landed by now. Unless he gets lost, probably in the next hour or so. You know traffic’s a bitch around TIA with all the construction, especially at rush hour.”
     
    * * * *
     
    While Kalyani nervously awaited her luggage, she twisted the small ring on her left hand. She’d shipped most of what few other things she had, and they would arrive in the next day or so. Fortunately the apartment was furnished. Kal had checked three large suitcases of clothes and other things to bring with her. She snagged a cart and struggled with the heavy bags but got everything loaded and located the rental car counter. Twenty minutes later the shuttle bus driver helped her unload at the terminal rental car lot. Sweating in the humid Florida heat, Kal loaded the bags in the trunk, studied her map, and pointed the car toward the interstate.
    This wasn’t her idea of Florida. Postcard settings of white sandy beaches and sedate, palm-tree-lined avenues were nowhere to be seen. Neither were acres of lush, green citrus groves or nearly nekkid beach love gods, as pictured on tourist-trap postcards. Instead, rush-hour traffic and construction felt like being back in Columbus, only with muggy, salt-sweet air as the backdrop.
    It took her nearly an hour to crawl through traffic and find her way to the University of Tampa campus. Plant Hall’s tall, ornate minarets graced the skyline across the Hillsborough River from downtown Tampa. Kal consulted another map as she parked next to a cargo van which had an Otherworlds magnetic sign stuck to the door.
    Kal dug through her purse, located her network ID card lanyard, and strung it around her neck. She’d insisted on Kal instead of Kalyani on the ID and had practiced her stern but not-too-bitchy mug-shot face for hours in her mirror before she’d had it taken. She had no illusions—this was a male-dominated profession and she wanted every possible advantage. Cute and perky weren’t advantages to getting network producer assignments and having people listen to you on a shoot. Unless you wanted to be fetching coffee or proofing scripts for life.
    She pulled her hair into a ponytail and parked a well-worn Brutus Buckeye baseball cap on her head after threading her hair through the opening in the back. Jeans and sneakers, she’d planned ahead although she wondered if she should have gone with shorts in this heat. A tank top under an unbuttoned, long-sleeved chambray shirt, sleeves rolled to her elbows—she looked like serious business for this business. No makeup, she rarely wore it. Kal took one

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