All Others (Vampire Assassin League Book 27) Read Online Free Page B

strange echo, too.
    “What are you researching?”
    “Ghosts.”
    “Why?”
    “It’s my job.”
    “You chase ghosts?”
    “Uh. No.”
    Now, why – if he had to run into the most gorgeous woman on the planet – did she really need to have preconceived erroneous notions about his profession? That didn’t seem fair. That might mean luck was out of his probability factoring of moments earlier and this was a psychotic episode.
    And that was a complete shame.
    “No?”
    He shook his head. Not only did that make a strange ringing start in his ears, but the goggles started fogging up around the edges, too. It took a few seconds for the ringing to subside. Another few before he could focus through the opaque mist that framed the scene.
    This was getting ridiculous.
    “What do you chase...Cameron?”
    Oh. Shit
.
    His name had never sounded like this. Sexy. Illicit. Almost kinky. And for some damn reason, his groin got the message before he did. His eyes widened as he felt it. He almost looked down to verify. He could feel a flush creep up his chest. Enter his jaw line. Stain his cheeks.
    He was blushing?
    Oh. Double shit
.
    He cleared his throat. “I am a paranormal phenomenon researcher.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes.”
    “All kinds of phenomena?”
    “Yes.”
    “How...fortuitous for us.”
    He blinked several times, trying to force his mind to think. Didn’t do much. Her words didn’t make any sense.
    “What are you wearing?”
    “Khakis. Shirt. Socks. Shoes.” She frowned at his answer. He didn’t want that, so he quickly added more, making a question of the final items. “Undershirt. Boxers. Uh...belt. Wallet. Keys? Lip balm?”
    “I meant these.”
    She reached up and touched his goggles. She had a perfectly toned arm. Used an elegant gesture. Her dress only added to the entire package as the fabric shifted. The move was pure poetry in motion. A pleasure to watch. Another shot of electrically-charged stimuli hit his groin. He almost groaned. He’d never even imagined a woman with this kind of beauty, perfect body, astounding grace.
    None of which stopped his immediate answer, however. “These are night vision goggles. Special made. Equipped with a camera.”
    “Night vision.”
    It wasn’t a question. He answered it anyway. “Yes.”
    “Does that mean you can see me?”
    And then some
... He was actually surprised he hadn’t verbalized the instant thought. “Yes.”
    “Take them off.”
    “Now?”
    “Yes. Now.”
    “I won’t be able to see.”
    She smiled. His entire frame lurched oddly, as if she’d touched him with a live wire. And the khakis that had seemed roomy and well-lived-in were now tighter across his hips than the strip of spandex he’d worn as swimwear in his high school years.
    “I will. And I really want that.”
    She could see in the dark? And why did he question it? It should be obvious. But that was impossible. Wasn’t it? He was outside his training, education, and experience here. He’d had contact with ghosts before. It had started in his teens. That’s why he’d become a researcher. But no ghost looked this real, sounded this distinct, and stirred all kinds of interest like this woman did.
    He pulled down the goggles. He’d been right. Until his eyes accustomed, it was pitch black. He couldn’t see a damn thing.
    “Oh, Cameron Preston. Oh, my. My. My.”
    Her voice went even lower. It gained a presence and then reached out to his lower abdomen with a tight grip. That caused Cam to do something completely out of character. He stood straighter bumping his head, tightened every muscle at his command, and actually stuck out his chest. Like he preened for her.
    Oh, man
.
    He might have gone insane, but what a way to go.
    “Look at you. You are a handsome man. Very handsome. I am so lucky.”
    The whispered words filled the space. Her breath caressed the skin just below his ear. Her fingers touched his cheek, lifting barely-there stubble as she slid along his skin. He