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wishing he knew what to say when she laughed. The sound held a lilting quality to it, and he had a sudden urge to hear it again.
    She relaxed her head into his hand, a cocky smile capturing her lips. “Not to play favorites, but I much prefer the way Blake introduced himself, though there’s something to be said for a more physical approach.”
    “Sorry…Annie, right? I thought you were Temperance. Avery’s mentioned she’s a spitfire, and I thought I’d surprise her and…well, obviously I didn’t think enough.” He shifted, uncertain how to untangle himself without squishing her breasts more fully into his chest. Already he could feel the tight buds pressing against his body, the hard points threatening to unhinge his control.
    Annie seemed to take his indecision as another prank and simply shook her head. “Are we waiting for someone else to jump out and say ‘boo’ or can we get up now?”
    He cursed again. Shit. This wasn’t going at all like he’d planned. Dylan nodded and gently eased his hand out from underneath her head, placing it on the blanket beside him. He shifted his weight, trying to pull out his other hand when the cover slipped again, and he fell sideways, taking Annie with him. She gasped as he tumbled onto his back, dragging her onto his chest as his watch caught in the clasp of her bra. She flopped down on top of him, bewilderment creasing her brow. He scrambled to right them, but only succeeded in sending another piece of furniture over on its side.
    More glass splintered in the darkness, the shrill echo sending shivers skating down his spine. He groaned and let his head fall against the floor. In all his thirty-three years, he’d never fucked up as badly as he had tonight. Annie sighed, the soft sound like a brand on his heart. He glanced up at her, his breath stalling at the amused smile lighting up her face. God, she was stunning.
    Avery cleared his throat. “Should we leave you two alone?”
    Dylan glared at his brother, knowing that one comment would kill the sensuous atmosphere that hovered over him and Annie. He clenched his jaw, pushing up onto his elbow when an ungodly howl resonated through the air.
    Years of training took over, and Dylan moved, gaining his feet in the space of a heartbeat as he gathered Annie behind him, shielding her body with his. One hand unholstered the gun nestled against his ribs as the other curled around her, keeping her snug to his back. Her startled gasp rustled the collar of his jacket, but he didn’t ease up on his grip, determined to stand between her and whatever had cried out.
    “Avery. Get Temperance out of here. Now! I’ve got Annie.”
    Avery cursed then moved over to him, shaking his finger before pointing at Dylan’s gun. “Don’t you ever leave that thing at home?”
    Dylan growled at him, searching the room for the source of the sound. “Damn it, this is what I do. Now get the hell out before whoever made that sound shows himself.”
    “Not who. What.”
    Dylan gave his brother a sideways glance. “What the hell are you mumbling about now? And why are the two of you not hiding inside the car yet?”
    “Because this isn’t something you can fight. At least not the way you’re thinking. This is our territory.”
    Dylan furrowed his brow. “Your territory? But you’re a ghost hunter…”
    His words trailed off into a harsh rasp as the air off to his right began to swirl. A dark mist whirled like a cyclone over the floor, slowly growing as another howl bounced off the walls. Dylan scooted back, taking Annie with him until her back pressed against the wall again. He gripped his gun, not quite sure what to aim at when the mist seemed to ignite in a flash of light. He squinted at the sudden glare, not taking his gaze off of the spot when the shape of a man materialized out of the fog.
    Dylan aimed his gun just as Avery and Temperance shot forward, flinging handfuls of some kind of powder at the form. Another shriek erupted as the