Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

bring himself to care. It took all his strength to stop himself from kissing Bo.
Sam had no idea how much time passed before Bo’s fingers finally slipped out of him. “Oh, my God.” Bo fell forward onto the raft beside Sam, causing Sam’s hand to pull free of his shorts. “I’ve never done anything like that where people might see.”
“I know.” Sam reached down to pull up his shorts, then rested both elbows on the raft. “I’m not complaining, believe me, but what brought that on all of a sudden?”
Bo shrugged. “Not a clue. But damn, it was exciting.” He shot Sam a sly smile. “You’re just so incredibly sexy, I couldn’t help myself.”
Sam knew better. Yes, Bo loved him, and they shared a powerful physical attraction, but there was no way Bo would’ve initiated any sort of sexual contact in public under normal circumstances. He’d been trying to stop Sam from questioning him once again about the things he kept seeing. Sam knew it, knew he should call Bo on it, but he didn’t have the strength to ruin this moment between them.
The movement hidden by the raft, Sam slipped his arm around Bo’s hips. Bo slid closer until his shoulder and arm were flush against Sam’s side. They didn’t speak, just stood there in the afternoon sun as their mingled semen dissolved into the water around them.
    They stayed out for a while longer, taking turns lounging on the raft. When Sam’s skin began to turn pink, Bo snatched the raft out from under him, took his hand and dragged him out of the water. The kids from next door were still swimming. The missing boy had emerged bruised and flushed from the dunes just a few minutes before, looking blissfully dazed. He grinned and waved from his spot sprawled on a beach towel next to the water as Sam and Bo left the ocean and started toward the house. Sam waved back, chuckling.
    “Did you see that kid?” he asked, winding his fingers through Bo’s as they reached the porch steps. “Did they have sex, or a fist fight?”
    Bo laughed. “It was only a few love bites.”
    “A few thousand, you mean. Who knew Dean was so rough?”
Bo raised his eyebrows, and Sam blushed. Even though Bo knew Sam had gone to bed with Dean—once, when Bo had broken up with him—it made Sam uncomfortable to think about it. He didn’t regret it, exactly, because it had indirectly brought Bo back to him. It just felt strange to talk about that part of his history with Dean when the man was such a close friend to him, and to Bo.
On the porch, Sam grabbed two towels and handed one to Bo. They dried off, then went into the house. David, Dean and Cecile were huddled behind Andre, who sat cross-legged on the floor with the laptop open on the coffee table in front of him.
Dean glanced up and flashed them a grin. “Hey, y’all.”
“Hi.” Sam rubbed his dripping hair with the towel. He returned Dean’s smile. “You look like you’ve been making out in the sand with a college boy.”
“You’re a perceptive guy, Sam.” Dean’s tongue darted out, licking a smear of white from the corner of his mouth. “I’ll tell you all about it later. Right now, y’all have to come see this.”
Bo glanced at Sam with a mix of apprehension and excitement before turning his attention back to Dean. “What is it?”
Andre looked up. “This is the video you took last night, Bo. We found something.”
Chapter Seven
    Sam’s mouth went dry. Letting the towel fall to the floor, he grabbed Bo’s hand again and pulled him over to join the crowd around the coffee table. “What? What’d you find?”
    “I’m not sure. It’s nothing concrete, just a…” Andre shook his head. “I don’t even know what to call it. You’ll just have to watch. Here.”
    Sam shifted from foot to foot while Andre backed up the video to the right spot. He’d never wanted to be wrong so badly in his life. He would gladly put up with Bo’s overdeveloped work ethic if it meant Bo was in no danger at the fort.
    Well, maybe “gladly” was too strong a word. But there was no doubt he preferred to have Bo safe, even if it meant he couldn’t have as much of Bo’s time as he wanted.
    “Okay, here we go,” Andre announced. “Watch down in the right-hand corner.”
He clicked “play”. Sam stared at the screen. His own face drifted by on camera, looking distracted. He heard Bo’s voice talking about David’s theory of the bloodstains being painted over, heard his own voice answering. His fingers tightened around