Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

Dreams don’t always come true. But sometimes nightmares do.
    Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4 After nine months of tumult, Sam Raintree is ready for some peace and quiet. A beach vacation with his boss and lover, Dr. Bo Broussard, promises to provide the serenity and reconnection they both need. Bo’s business and his children command a good deal of his time, and Sam is looking forward to two weeks of his lover’s undivided attention.
Then a new case for the Bay City Paranormal Investigations team puts a crimp in Sam’s plans. Fort Medina, a seventeenth-century citadel guarding the mouth of Mobile Bay, is less than five miles from their vacation beach house. Bo invites the group to stay with them while investigating the place, promising Sam he won’t get involved. But Sam knows better. Sure enough, Bo can’t resist joining the investigation, and talks Sam into doing the same.
Events take an alarming turn as Bo’s behavior becomes more erratic each day. Puzzled and frightened, Sam scrambles for an explanation while the man he loves turns into a volatile and unpredictable stranger.
When the truth comes out, it may already be too late to save Bo from a force neither of them can control.
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Closer
Ally Blue
Dedication
    To the J_A_W_breakers, as always, for keeping me sane, and especially to Kimber, for giving me the idea!
Chapter One
    Panting, Sam Raintree wiped the sweat from his brow before it could drip into his eyes. “Bo?”
“Almost there,” Bo answered, his voice breathless.
Sam nodded and kept moving. The pace was almost more than he could handle, but he wasn’t about to say so. Dr. Bo Broussard might be Sam’s boss as well as his lover, but Sam would rather collapse from exertion than admit he couldn’t keep up with Bo. Not when it came to this.
The problem was, Sam felt like collapse was imminent. His heart hammered so hard and fast he was afraid it might explode, and his breath came in ragged gasps.
Normally, he didn’t get this tired and winded so quickly. He blamed the heat. Or the sand. Or both.
Maybe doing it on the beach had been a bad idea.
Bo shot him a devilish grin. “We can stop. If you want.”
Encouraged by Bo’s flushed face and heaving chest, Sam shook his head. He was grateful for the burning in his lungs, because it kept him from begging Bo to finish it already.
The seconds passed in silence, broken only by harsh gasps and the sigh of sea oats in the hot breeze. Just when Sam thought he had to stop or die, Bo called out the words Sam had been longing to hear. “That’s half an hour.”
Instantly, Sam stopped running and leaned over, hands on his knees, gulping air as fast as he could.
“Keep moving,” Bo ordered, though he sounded nearly as out of breath as Sam felt. “Not good to stop like that.”
Groaning, Sam straightened up and forced himself into a brisk walk. “Bastard.”
“Hey, you made me do hill repeats last week. I owed you the most torturous run I could come up with.”
Sam had to laugh. For one of their runs together the previous week, he’d managed to find the longest, steepest hill in Mobile and led Bo in a grueling set of runs up the slope and down again. “Yeah, well, I think running an hour in the sand beats hill repeats hands down. Especially when it’s this hot.”
“I think you may be right, actually.” Bo lifted the waist-length