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Wynn pulls the blanket around us and I wrap my arms around her, our bodies instantly warming and that comfort I’ve yearned for all day consumes me. Her breaths are as short and uneven as my own.
The blood flows to my dick and it’s a feat in itself that she doesn’t make any sort of comment because there’s no way she doesn’t feel the press of my swollen cock along her lower back.
She opens her notebook and flips to the section on the missing patients. I dip my head forward and press my lips to her neck, brushing a kiss on her perfect olive skin. It’s surprising that someone like me could find a familiar soul, one that I am finding it harder by the day to exist without. I’ve kissed her body countless times and I’ll do it countless more. The way she tilts her neck so I can nuzzle in closer makes my dick throb uncomfortably in my sweatpants.
“What was Charlie doing in the basement?” she asks.
How on God’s green earth does she expect me to know? I’ve read the same articles that she has. There’s no answer to why that patient was in the basement as often as he was. The reporter thoroughly interviewed many of the staff; one woman in particular mentioned that she always found him down there, acting odd and afraid.
“No clue. I thought it was weird too though.”
She shifts in my hold and smiles. “We should go look. What if he was hiding something down there? Or maybe the killer was?”
Sure, she has a point, but this was ten years ago. Is she suggesting thatweinvestigate this? I school my amused expression. “Detective Coldfox, I don’t think it’s for us to find. Can’t we simply enjoy this rainy day for what it is?”
She slumps back into my embrace and laughs a few times. “For a little bit, then promise you’ll help me check out the basement?”
An uneasy sensation prickles at the back of my neck, thinking of the basement. But my answer is steady and sure.
“How could I ever resist helping you?”
* * *
All right, I made a promise, so here I am.
But what I did not agree to was inspecting the basement at fucking two a.m. Lanston was really on the fence about coming down here too, but I’ve watched enough horror films to know that three people are less likely to get ax murdered or possessed by ghosts than two.
Wynn is basically coming out of her skin with excitement, not an ounce of fear in those damning eyes of hers.
Goosebumps crawl up my arms as I look down the cold cement stairs that lead beneath the earth. Who doesn’t hate basements? I firmly believe that my fear is rational. Lanston’s might be irrational, based on how he’s begging Wynn not to go down there.
She laughs, the sound of it tugging at my heartstrings as she walks down the steps easily. She waits for us at the bottom with her brow raised. “Don’t tell me you two arescared.”
I can’t even pretend to be tough, and Lanston’s way past pretending.
“Look, everyone’s afraid ofsomething.” I steel my spine and start walking down toward her. “I’m like everyone else in the world who knows better than to do this at night. Haven’t you watched horror films? This is how the movie starts—we’re the dumbasses who die in the intro scene. We literally wouldn’t even be the main characters, that’s how stupid this is.” I give the old wooden door a once-over and frown.
Lanston nods. “Yeah, this is giving me really bad vibes, Wynn. Maybe we should head back up.”
The wood has water damage and an odd dusty smell. Stale air emanates from it. I’m about to grab her arm and force her back to our room, but she takes out a key ring and smirks slyly at me.
Little minx.
“Snatched these from Jericho earlier,” she mutters, trying a few before oneclicksand the door opens.
“Noted, you’re a thief too,” I grumble as the three of us step through the doorway.
17
Wynn
Men.
They sure act tough, but the second they catch a cold or have to investigate a sinister dark basement for missing people, the charade is over—the cards are on the table.
Liam’s brows couldn’t be pulled closer together if he tried and Lanston looks like he’s about to have a fucking heart attack. Fear dances in their eyes and I find it more amusing than I should. They look like they are in physical pain from being down here.
“Do you even know what we’re looking for?” Lanston rubs his arms as the chill from the cement walls ebbs into us.
