Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

adventurous streak just calm the fuck down and leave him alone?
    Bo’s hand cupped his ass and squeezed, bringing him out of his thoughts. “Come on, Sam. Let’s head back. I’ll fix omelets for breakfast.”
    “Okay.” Snaking an arm around Bo’s waist, Sam pulled him close for a quick, sweat-tinged kiss. “I love you.”
    Laughing, Bo kissed Sam again and nuzzled his cheek. “I love you too. Now come on. We have a lot of swimming and lying in the sun to do, and we’re falling behind schedule.”
    Sam shook his head as they drew apart. “You and your schedules.”
“What can I say, I’m anal like that.”
“You’re anal lots of ways.”
Bo arched an eyebrow at him and started jogging back down the road without another word. With one last glance over his shoulder at the fort, Sam followed. Soon enough the fence and the parking lot were out of sight behind them.
    “Did you bring the thermal-imaging camera?” “Yes, Dean’s got it.”
“What about the new power cable for the laptop?
    You know the old one won’t stay plugged in anymore.” “It’s with the laptop.”
“Well what about—?”
“Okay, stop it.” Setting the bag full of flashlights and
    extra batteries in the back of the SUV, Andre turned and aimed a glare at Bo, who stood behind him. “We have everything we need, Bo. We didn’t forget anything, and believe it or not we know what to do without you instructing us every step of the way.”
    It was eight forty-five, and the team was preparing to leave for the fort. For the past couple of hours, Bo had been following Andre around peppering him with questions about their plans for the evening. Sam had watched Andre’s irritation at Bo grow, wondering when he’d finally explode.
    Andre’s level of control was impressive. Hopefully Bo would stop while he was ahead.
    “I know that.” Bo sidestepped Andre, leaned into the SUV and opened one of the bags. “This doesn’t look like enough cord to me. The fort’s a big place.”
    Andre shook his head and turned a pleading look to Sam. “Can’t you do anything with him?”
Sam snorted. “What makes you think he’ll listen to me?”
“’Cause you’re fucking him, my man,” David supplied, coming around the back of the SUV at that moment with a bulky duffle bag slung over one shoulder. “Sex is a powerful motivator.”
Bo paled, then flushed crimson. “Okay. Well. Good luck tonight, Andre. Tell us all about it tomorrow, okay?”
Andre nodded. “Sure thing.” He reached out and laid a hand on Bo’s arm. “Hey, Bo—”
“I’m, uh, just going to finish cleaning up the kitchen. See y’all tomorrow.” Turning on his heel, Bo strode back toward the house, braid swinging. His tension showed clear as day in his hunched shoulders and stiff back.
Sam shook his head. It could’ve gone worse. At least Bo would probably be back to normal once everyone else left.
With a deep sigh, Andre turned to David. “You and your big mouth. Why’d you have to say that?”
“Oh come on, how long’s he known me? If he hasn’t figured out I’m a smartass by now he’s not nearly as bright as I’d always thought.” David hefted the bag into the rear of the vehicle and mopped the sweat from his forehead with the bottom of his T-shirt. “That’s the last of the equipment.”
“Okay.” Andre glanced at his watch. “I’ll round up the rest of the crew and we’ll go.” He poked David in the chest with one thick finger. “And for God’s sake, think before you talk next time, huh?”
Andre stalked off, grumbling under his breath. David scowled at his back. “Yessir, your highness. Geez.”
Sam shut the SUV’s tailgate and leaned against it. “Don’t let him bug you. Bo’s been a real pain in the ass tonight, asking questions and poking his nose in where he promised he wouldn’t. It’s getting on Andre’s nerves.”
“Yeah, I couldn’t help noticing that. The old ‘kick the dog’ syndrome. And what fun it is to be the fucking dog.” With a quick look around, David leaned closer and lowered his voice. “You don’t think I really upset Bo, do you? I didn’t mean to.”
Chuckling, Sam patted David on the back. “Don’t worry about it, he’s fine. He just hates being reminded that everyone knows we’re having sex.”
David pretended to gag. “I’d rather not be reminded either, if it’s all the same to you.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t bring it up, then.” Sam looked up at the sound of the front door opening. Andre