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available to him if he cared to
join her in it. He didn’t. Still, her eyes roamed his body and he tried not to
wince.
    “Thanks so much for saying that.” Being nice might get him
information. Telling her to screw off probably wouldn’t. Besides, she might
complain to Foy and Foy hated to deal with personal problems. Everyone could
act like mature grown-ups or they could get out of the Master’s way.
    “You’re always welcome.”
    Jonah cleared his throat. “I’m looking for Mindy. Isn’t she
working now?”
    “She left early.” Debrah shrugged. “I’m not sure why. But
she had something to do and she scampered out of here an hour ago. Her loss.”
Deb licked her lips. “My gain.”
    “Right. Thanks.”
    He turned and fled the room. Okay, if Christian, Braxton or
any of the other guys knew he ran from a woman he’d never hear the end of it. Twenty-seven
years old and running from the sexual advances of a woman who was, granted,
very attractive, but he had Mindy tunnel vision.
    Despite his declaration to Mindy the night before that he
would always find her, he suddenly worried that he might not. Maybe he should
have stuck a tracker on her.
    His phone rang and he looked down at the number. It was
Christian, calling from Austin. Usually they just texted. He answered the call.
“Hey.”
    Christian answered. “How are you?”
    “Well.” Jonah rubbed his wound. “Fine.” Had he heard
otherwise? Did Christian and Braxton talk or something?
    “Awesome. Well, listen, man, I’m calling to ask you if you’d
be my best man.”
    Jonah stopped moving and grinned. He hadn’t seen Christian’s
question coming. “For real?”
    “Yeah, for real. Who else would I ask if not you? So will
you do it?”
    “Yes, of course.” He rubbed at his eyes. Emotional, messy,
sappy situations made him itchy. Jonah never knew what the hell he was supposed
to say. “Count on me. I’ll give you a bachelor’s party to end all bachelor
parties. I don’t suppose you want strippers though. Probably kind of tired of
watching people take off their clothes?”
    Christian groaned loudly. “I’ll trust you to know what to
do.”
    “Great. Listen, I need to go find Mindy. I have this bad
feeling and I want to make sure I’m only being nutty and something isn’t
wrong.”
    “You’re worried something is wrong with Mindy? Should I call
Dodie and get her to call Mindy?”
    “No.” He tapped his foot on the ground. “Don’t get her all
worked up just yet. Let me see what’s going on first.”
    “You call me if it’s anything at all. Dodie does not like
Mindy being so far away right now. It’s only been six months…”
    Jonah interrupted him. “I know exactly how long it’s been. Think
about the strippers.” He hung up the phone.
    Christian’s words rang in his head. It had only been six
months. Mindy had been brutalized. Her hair had turned white as snow. Then
she’d been bitten by a hellhound. Nothing bad could happen to her again. How
much more could she take?
    He ran a hand through his hair. Last night, he’d found her
ghost hunting and today she’d told him he was wrong. About what?
    “The ghosts.” He spoke out loud and it vibrated through the
empty hallway. In the distance, he could hear the five-year-old class ke-ya-ing
in the dojo and his words smacked against the innocence of that noise like an
assault on his senses.
    She thought he was wrong? About the ghosts? Demons? Her?
What?
    He walked toward the exit of the building. Even though it
hurt to move he’d find her. He would always find her.

Chapter Three
     
    Mindy fiddled with the lock until it gave way. Next door,
the house she’d wanted to break into the night before was covered in yellow
caution tape and police signs. She wondered what the police thought happened
and shook her head. In truth, she really didn’t want to know. The authorities
were all too busy to bother with what was happening next door.
    The wind blew at her hair and a dusting of