Page 82 of Trick or Tease

I pushed at his head. “Wait?” I hissed.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

I hushed him. “Did you hear that?”

“My head is between your thighs,” he replied. “Only thing I can hear is the singing of angels.”

I put my finger to my lips. There was definitely a creaking noise.

Garrett looked at me and got to his feet. “I heard that.”

“What are the chances it’s your great grandfather?” I whispered.

He smirked. “I doubt we’re that lucky. Let’s find our pants.”

We scrambled to put our clothes on.

The doorknob rattled. “Who’s in there?” Lucy asked.

We both stopped moving.

I looked at Garrett and shook my head once. He got the message.

“It’s me,” I said. “I’m working. The, um, the window decorations.”

“I kept texting you and you wouldn’t answer,” Lucy said. “I got worried. Why is this door locked? Are you locked in there?”

“Um, poltergeists?” I offered.

“Oh my god.” Lucy giggled. “Okay, I get it. Do you need me to get an exorcist or are you all good in there?”

“All good,” I said. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

“You’re damn right we will. Night, Garrett.”

“Night,” he said.

Lucy laughed. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

I could hear her footsteps going down the hall and then down the stairs.

We collapsed against each other.

“That was embarrassing,” I groaned.

“Poltergeists, really?” Garrett said.

“I panicked.”

He gave me a look and shook his head.

“I didn’t hear you chime in,” I muttered.

“Take off the jeans,” he said.

“What?”

“She’s gone and I’m not finished. Take off your jeans.”