Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed [Good Will Ghost Hunting 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Tymber Dalton

having another meeting at two, Hellenboek. If you have better things to do and places to be, feel free to blow it off like you normally do. Good grief, I certainly don’t want to interrupt your CSI: Miami reruns or whatever it is you’re doing.”
    He nodded and left without comment.
    Aidan slumped next to her. She looked at him. “Don’t say it,” she warned him.
    “Say what?”
    “Whatever the heck you were going to say to me about him. Dang it, I’m the producer, and he can darn well show up every once in a while and give me a little respect. He’s acting like we’re mortal enemies or something.”
    “No, sugar, that’s not it at all—”
    “Oh, please. Spare me, Aidan. Do not give me the ‘it’s not you’ speech again. If I hear that one more time, I’m going to puke.”
    Will spent most of the first night avoiding Kal. That meant he spent most of it in front of the camera, a place she knew darn well he hated being.
    She derived a little silent satisfaction from his discomfort.
    Kal spent most of the evening acting cold or downright snotty to Will the few times she saw him. Two could play that game. Aidan ended up helping her at base and with the technical end of things.
    That Will was willing to be uncomfortable to avoid her made Kal feel even more determined to find out what the heck was going on with him. She wished he’d at least man up enough to come tell her to her face why he was acting like this. Instead, his quiet, chilly avoidance was even worse than if he’d been obnoxiously confrontational with her. That she could handle, especially after a life spent placating her father.
    Why couldn’t he be a prima donna, or snooty, or even an insufferable know-it-all?
    At one point Aidan went to help check out one area that other investigators reported showed signs of paranormal activity. As Kal was checking the cameras, she noticed one had somehow moved out of place.
    Might as well go fix it myself.
    She grabbed a two-way and went upstairs to take care of it. As she walked down the corridor, around the corner she heard Will talking with Aidan.
    Shoot. She thought they were one floor down.
    She steeled herself, threw back her shoulders, and started down the hall when Will’s voice came to her and stopped her in her tracks.
    “You know why, Aidan. Drop it.”
    “You’re going to hurt her feelings, dude. There’s no reason to treat her the way you’ve been treating her.”
    “It’s nothing personal! It has nothing to do with her. You know that. Just tell her for me.”
    “You tell her. You’re acting like an asshole, Will. What’s she supposed to think? She’s a real sweetie. Why don’t you just be nice to her, huh? Is that too much to ask?”
    “Subject closed.”
    Kal gritted her teeth and rounded the corner. In the corridor, Will looked up, startled.
    Alone.
    That was enough to stop Kal in her tracks. “Where’s Aidan?” she asked.
    Will looked like he was about to poop a cinder block out his butt. “What?”
    She cautiously walked forward, a chill running through her. “Aidan. You know, him, right? Big guy, loud shirts, your flippin’ cousin. I heard you talking to him.” There was no place Aidan could have gone, no doors, no stairs, nowhere. He’d have to walk past her to get back to the elevators.
    Will shook his head. From the guarded look on his face, she knew he was lying. “Just me.”
    Kal shivered again and ran her hands up and down her arms. Maybe there was something supernaturally weird going on in this building. Instead of arguing with Will she shoved past him, adjusted the camera, and angrily stalked back to the elevators.
    When Aidan showed up at base twenty minutes later, Kal turned in her chair. “What the heck is going on? I went upstairs to adjust camera five, and I heard you and Will talking. I walked around the corner and it’s just Will. Where the heck did you go?”
    Aidan’s turn to lock down. He slowly shook his head. “No, sugar, you’re wrong. I was