Angela Campbell - Spirited Away

Don’t even think about it, West. There’s no telling how innocent she might be. Not to mention, the police chief’s daughter. That was a whole mess of complication he didn’t need.

He was the son of a convict: an abusive asshole, womanizer and alcoholic. Those things had a tendency to rub off, one way or another. Even if he was the type of man who believed in fairy tales, this young woman deserved better than him.

She’d also claimed to have a boyfriend, and Noah wasn’t the type to poach a woman, no matter how attractive he found her.

Strange thing was, he was still tempted. How long had it been since he’d been with someone? Six months, at least. He’d been tiring of the whole dating scene, if that’s what you wanted to call it. His longest relationship had only ever lasted a week. It had never bothered him until recently. Loath as he was to admit it, coming home to this empty house every day was damn lonely. The feeling had been amplified the more he’d observed Zachary Collins and his fiancée interacting. The friendship between them had been as obvious as their sexual chemistry. Such a weird thing to witness. All he usually saw were couples fighting. What would it be like to enjoy a woman’s company so much you wanted to spend time with her out of bed as much as in?

With heavy limbs, he slipped on some socks and shoes before heading downstairs to see what Emma’s plan was. He caught the tail end of her conversation. Didn’t sound promising.

“So you don’t know when you’ll be back?” Emma dropped into the chair, frowning as she listened to the response. “Well, any ideas on what we can do in the meantime? I’m serious, Alexandra. I was terrified last night.” She twirled a finger around her ginger locks and then sighed. “Okay. Thanks. I really appreciate it. And I’m sorry about your brother’s marriage. I hope you can help him get things worked out.”

Noah wandered over to the glass of whiskey he’d abandoned last night – another failed sleep aid – and downed the contents in a gulp. He’d found a half-empty bottle of the stuff in the cabinet and taken advantage, something he rarely allowed himself to do. She ended her call and sighed loudly.

“Sorry. She won’t be able to help right now. She’s out of town with a family emergency and doesn’t know when she’ll be back.”

He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. “Shame.”

“Yeah. Her brother’s in the military and his wife just filed for divorce. Since her brother’s overseas, Alexandra went to try to find out what’s going on. She’s always trying to help people like that.”

Interesting. “Except you.”

She shot him a look of disapproval. “She’s going to call a friend, some guy she knows who’s psychic like her. Anyway, she’s going to see if he’ll stop by and help us figure this thing out. She actually seemed worried when I explained some of the things that had happened.”

“So what do we do in the meantime?”

Excitement danced in her eyes. Wow. She really believed in this stuff. “I was thinking about it.” She reached for her bag and pulled a laptop out. “I think the ghost is trying to tell us something. I think she wants help. If we can find out who used to live here and why they hid this ring in the closet, maybe we’ll find some answers.”

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