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

with Cabrio.” He walked over and gently laid one hand on Kal’s shoulder as his other reached for something hanging around his neck. It felt like her brain clouded over. “I was with Cabrio,” Aidan repeated. “I wasn’t talking with Will…”
    She felt like she fell into his sweet butterscotch-colored eyes. Five minutes later, Kal startled awake. Apparently she’d nodded off over the monitor bank. That was definitely not like her.
    Aidan sat next to her, an amused, albeit slightly forced-looking smile on his face. “You okay, sweet cheeks?”
    She couldn’t stifle the yawn. “Was I asleep?”
    He grinned. “Yep. You were mumbling something about a corridor.” But his body language changed, relaxed.
    Relieved.
    “I went upstairs to adjust a camera.”
    He laughed. “So that’s what you were talking about. No, sugar, you’ve been right here. Sorry, you looked so cute, I couldn’t help but let you sleep for a few.”
    Whatever was going on, Kal had too much on her plate to worry about it. Although it was more comforting to think she’d dozed off on the job and dreamed the incident than to question her sanity. Then again, that answer didn’t feel right to her either.
    They prepared to wrap for the night. A private security company would stand guard over their equipment until they returned the next evening to finish the investigation. Kal had switched off the monitors and was going over her notes when she felt more than heard someone walk into the room behind her.
    A glance in one of the darkened monitors showed Will’s reflection in the doorway. She stiffened. It didn’t matter that she apparently dreamed something, it didn’t change the fact that he exhibited as much warmth as a block of ice where she was concerned.
    “Yes, Hellenboek?” She didn’t turn to face him.
    In the monitor, she watched as he stepped a little closer, but not by much.
    “I…is there anything else tonight?”
    Kal took her time responding. “Nope. You can scurry off to your hidey-hole until tomorrow evening. Not that I expect you to show up, but eleven o’clock, lunch, in the hotel restaurant. Production meeting.”
    “Kal—”
    “We’re done here tonight, Hellenboek. You can get out of here. I know you’re dying to get away from me.”
    Her eyes flicked to the monitor again. He hesitated, then turned and left without further comment. When he was gone, the nervous breath Kal had been holding escaped her in an explosive rush. She could certainly give him a taste of his own medicine.
    Although she hated being mean like that. Well, it was her or him, and she wasn’t going anywhere. Trying to do things the nice way hadn’t gotten her squat.
     
    * * * *
     
    The next day, Will not only showed up for the lunchtime production meeting, but the afternoon one as well.
    He didn’t speak but at least he was there. Kal softened her attitude toward him slightly, toned back her grouch mode. That made her feel less guilty even if it didn’t change his reaction any.
    The film crew managed to pick up a few interesting things on tape, and two of the volunteer investigators captured EVPs—Electronic Voice Phenomenon. That meant a really good show to cut together. She could splice the plentiful incidental scares in with the captured evidence and have a pretty great episode.
    At four in the morning, Kal declared the shoot officially wrapped and ordered everyone to start breaking down and packing equipment. She rode an elevator upstairs, alone, to retrieve one of the cameras when the car stopped with a jolt and the lights went off.
    Shoot.
    She fought her racing heart. She’d never been scared of the dark before, but she’d left her two-way on the monitor table, and her cell phone was clipped to her backpack at base.
    Crud.
    Five minutes later, the elevator hadn’t moved and no emergency lights came on. Kal felt her way around to the panel and tried to remember which button was the emergency button.
    Her anxiety ratcheted up when she