Keeper vs. Reaper (Graveyard Guardians Book 1) by Jennifer Malone Wright

Keeper.
    “Shit ,” Reese muttered from behind him.
    “What is it?” Jack asked. He honestly wanted to know what she was worried about, but he was also worried about the fact that not only could he see the Keeper’s aura and know who he is, but that Keeper would see his red misty aura and know that he was a Reaper. Not a good situation at all, especially since this Keeper appeared to be snockered already. Usually, in public it was a given rule between the Keepers and the Reapers to leave each other alone, but it was best to just avoid the confrontations all together.
    “It’s Daniel Estmond. He’s drunk again. Today was his dad’s funeral, but it’s been a hard time for him ever since his girlfriend was murdered.”
    “Damn.”
    “Yeah. It’s shitty. I’m just tired of seeing him coming in here and ruining his life.”
    Jack reached out and took hold of Sadie’s shoulder. “You know what? Why don’t we get out of here instead?”
    Sadie giggled and swayed a little bit. “Ok.”
    Jack kept his eyes on Daniel, hoping that the guy would be too distracted to see him. Yeah. Not so lucky. Daniel’s eyes shifted around the bar, most likely looking for Reese, and that is when he spotted Jack.
    Suddenly the Keeper was charging toward him and shouting. “I will fucking kill you.”
    Jack had seriously expected the Keeper to just pass him by and he would leave the bar and everything would be fine. But, this dude fucking jumped him. The next thing he knew Daniel’s fist was connecting with his cheekbone.
    “Shit!” he heard Reese shout from behind him at the same time as Sadie squealed and jumped out of the way.
    “Damn it!” Jack cursed. Instinctively, he reared back and returned fire on Daniel. He didn’t even realize that he had hit him until he felt his knuckles connect with the Keeper’s jaw. Daniel staggered backward, recovered his footing and then lunged again, but Reese jumped over the bar, baseball bat in hand and shoved it into Daniel’s chest. “Fucking stop it, Daniel, you’re drunk again.” She looked up at Jack. “Time for you to go, man. I’ve got to take care of this.”
    Jack nodded. “I don’t even know this guy.” He wanted her to know that, even though she probably didn’t give a flying fuck.
    “I know. Just go now please.”
    He turned to Sadie. “You coming?”
    For a moment, she looked like she might back out, but then she nodded. “Yeah, I’m coming.”
    Yeah, she was going to be coming, all right.
    God , why was he such an asshole.
    “Let’s go.” He reached out for her to take his hand and they both hurried out of the bar.
    The warm summer air carried a slight breeze, which hit him right in the face as he opened the door of the bar and ushered Sadie out onto the sidewalk. The streets weren’t as busy as when he’d come in, but there were still a few people milling about on the sidewalks.
    “I’m parked around back.” He grabbed Sadie’s hand and led her around the building to the dirt parking lot. “This is me.” He gestured to his big black truck.
    “Nice ride,” she commented as he disengaged the locks.
    “Well, hop in ,” he told her.
    Jack didn’t want to take her back to his place and have a replay of that morning all over again. Asking them to leave was always an awkward business that he would rather not have to deal with. So, once they were settled in the truck, he backed out of the dirt lot and headed a few blocks down and then made a left. He was headed for the old stone bridge that he had found on his earlier exploration of Summer Hollow.
    Before he had even pulled out of the parking lot, Sadie had scooted over into the center of the bench seat and pressed herself up against him. “I hope you ’re ready for a real fun ride, cowboy,” she whispered into his ear. He felt her lips graze his lobe and then move a bit lower to his neck.
    Why was it that these slutty chicks always said pretty much the same thing? Was there some sort of hand book with