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man or woman he’d wanted to fuck
more than Eve.
    There’d been a brief time when he’d pretended to have an
attraction to Morgan Everhart, who was now married to Ethan Maddox. Once he
realized she wasn’t available, he’d flirted with Alex Grant and Dr. Ryan
Hathaway in order to hide his feelings for Eve.
    Now he adored Morgan as he did a little sister and the men
were more like brothers than potential lovers. A lot had changed since then,
within himself and with Eve.
    Turning away from the mirror, Remy went back to the row of
benches where he’d left his things and got dressed in a pair of old jeans, a
black tee shirt with NEPI — New England Paranormal Investigators —initials
in red, and a pair of Crocs.
    Finished, he packed up his dirty stuff, grabbed his leather
jacket and headed out of the bathhouse to wait for Eve. She came out a few
minutes later, her almost-straight brunette hair worn down. Whenever she read
or used the computer, she tended to wear reading glasses, but right now the
glasses were gone.
    Seeing her hair hanging loose and falling to her elbows, he
realized it was the same color as the milk chocolate he’d bought for s’mores.
Fighting off the urge to run his fingers through her hair, he dropped all he
was carrying except his jacket.
    “Everything okay in the bathhouse?” he asked, draping his
jacket over her shoulders.
    “It was awesome and heated,” she answered, huddling under
his coat. “I met a nice woman and her daughter. They warned me that it’d get
pretty cold tonight. Sorry if it took too long.”
    “No problem,” he assured, taking the backpack she’d carried
and stuffed his things inside. Belatedly thinking he should have checked with
her first, he looked up to catch her staring at him. “What’s wrong? Sorry if I
should’ve asked.”
    “Nothing’s wrong. It’s kind of cool to see my boss loosening
up,” she admitted.
    “Makes sense to pack together,” he said, shrugging.
    “Remy, if you’re having second thoughts, I won’t push this
between us,” Eve said.
    Zipping the backpack, he stood and hung it from his right
shoulder, facing her.
    “Sugar, the cold shower I took means it’s a little too late
to have second thoughts. Let’s get back to camp and make dinner.”
    “Okay,” she agreed, going up on her toes to kiss him on the
cheek. “I adore you, Remy Sinclair.”
    “I feel the same way about you. I may have tried to fight
it, but now that the cat’s out of the bag I’m not going to retreat.”
    She made a cute little kitty-like hiss. “Careful, these
claws can leave marks.”
    He hoped so. He’d relish scratch marks from her French
manicured nails as badges of honor.
    Eve was a pretty woman with hazel eyes, wholesome features,
a heart-shaped face and a mouth with a slightly fuller upper lip. Once she’d
compared herself to a duck. He didn’t see the resemblance, he thought she was
beautiful.
    Focusing on Eve, Remy ran his hand down her spine to the
small of her back and noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra even through the
thickness of his coat. He was a good deal taller than her. He liked that.
    He also liked how easily he could tuck her in nice and
close. Just the slightest contact with the small of her back turned him on.
    Man, he really wanted to get her naked and explore her at
length. She had a slender build, nice hips and legs. It’d be great to pick her
up, wrap those legs around him and drive himself into her deep.
    “Remy, what made you decide to be a ghost hunter?” Eve asked
out of the blue. “I’ve known you for a year and never thought to ask. I should
have.”
    “Blair’s the reason,” he answered.
    “Blair?”
    Leading Eve away from the bathhouse, he thought about what
to say. “He was my younger brother. He was ten when he died.”
    Eve breathed a sad sigh, drawing to a halt. “Ten? What
happened, Remy?”
    “Let’s talk while we walk,” Remy said, keeping Eve close to
him. “Blair went missing during my freshman