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technology.”
    “Why’s that important?”
    “Come on, Eva, you know how these shows
work.” Elliot shook his head. “Research is crucial to understand
what you’re dealing with. Not to mention how much audiences love to
hear about the gory details.”
    “Yeah, yeah. I get that part.” I released the
thread and dropped my hand. I’d unravel the whole damn thing with
my luck. “But the technology?”
    “The paranormal field relies on technology.
It helps us hunt out the spirits and document their existence.”
    “So we’re back to that again?” I shook my
head. “Eli, you know ghosts don’t actually exist right? I know you
like to think so, but that doesn’t make them real.”
    “We’ll find out soon enough.”
    “You never did answer my question.” I tilted
my head to study his profile. “What did you say that made them want
to fly me out to L.A.?”
    The blush was back. I managed to keep my eyes
on him until he gave up and sighed.
    “Fine. I told them how attractive you are.
Pretty blonde girls going to dark scary places make for good
television.”
    “So you only want me because of my looks.” I
raised an eyebrow, but made no other moves to look away from
him.
    “No.” Elliot stopped at a red light and
stared at me. “How could you even say that? I think you’re smart.
You can handle yourself. And you’re not scared of anything. It has
nothing to do with your looks.”
    “Uh huh.” I grinned. “You think I’m
pretty.”
    Elliot turned his attention back to the red
light, flicking on the turn signal in the process. “We’re here. Can
you pass me the badge in the glove compartment?”
    “You’re changing the subject.”
    I was still grinning as I retrieved the badge
for him. He was right. We were here. Elliot maneuvered the
convertible into the underground garage of an impressive high rise,
stopping only to show the badge with his picture on it to the
security guard stationed at the entrance. Within minutes, we were
parked and walking inside.
    “You’ll do great. I know you will.” Elliot
tucked my hand in the crook of his arm. “You can be a real charmer
when you want to be.”
    “You still think I’m pretty.” I teased as we
came to a stop in front of the elevator. I pressed the button and
the doors opened immediately. As we stepped inside, Elliot reached
out to choose the floor we were going to.
    “Keep this professional please. I don’t want
them to get the wrong impression of you.” Elliot moved to give the
other passengers room. I didn’t realize how close he was behind me
until I felt his breath against my ear as he whispered.
    “But yes, I do. I always have.”
    I shivered despite myself as the elevator
began to rise. I chastised myself in silence for the happiness I
felt. There was nothing between me and Elliot other than our
friendship. I knew this. Besides, I had to be careful. My fears of
him leaving me for better things were still very prevalent. They
were at the forefront of my mind when the elevator slid to a halt
and the other three got out. When the doors closed again, I turned
to Elliot.
    “Eli.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. I
wanted to tell him what I was afraid of. I needed to tell him. I
couldn’t understand why this was so hard. But the words wouldn’t
come as those damned doors opened again.
    “We’re here.” He put his hand at the base of
my back and led me out into the hallway. I wanted to grab him. Tell
him everything going through my head at that singular moment, but I
didn’t. Instead, I let him lead me through the lobby to the
receptionist’s desk that dominated the far wall.
    “Misty!” Elliot exclaimed at the pixie woman
who was more interested in her Facebook page than us. She flipped
around in her chair with a smile so big, it lit up her entire face.
“Where’ve you been hiding?”
    “Turks and Caicos, darling. It’s the only
place to go when escaping L.A. these days.” She slid out from
around the desk and threw