Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

kissed him again, deeper this time.
    After breakfast, they curled up together on the sofa and turned on the TV. Bo flipped around until he found a show about spectacular vacation homes and settled down to watch. Outside the rain, which had been threatening since the previous day, finally began pattering softly against the side of the house.
    It was strange that everything could seem so normal after the events of the previous night. Sam knew this was simply the calm before the storm. Eventually, he would have to either ask Bo point-blank if he was still taking narcotics, or go through his things to find out. Neither option held much appeal. The thought of confronting Bo with Dean’s suspicions knotted Sam’s stomach. However, he didn’t think he could go behind Bo’s back. It would be wrong. Not to mention that Bo would never forgive him if he found out.
    He didn’t want to think about it. Not now. Not when everything between them was this peaceful, even if it was only temporary. He let his dread and worry slide to the back of his mind and concentrated on the perfection of lying in Bo’s arms while the rain fell outside.
    Predictably, Dean was the first of the others to rise. He came wandering in around midmorning, barefoot and shirtless, wearing a pair of oversize blue flannel boxers, which seemed in danger of falling off at any moment. “Hey,” he greeted them through a yawn. “’S there any food?”
    Bo’s chuckle vibrated against Sam’s back. “I didn’t cook, if that’s what you mean. Sam and I just had cereal. There’s coffee, otherwise you’ll have to fend for yourself.”
    “No problem.” He yawned again and ran a hand through his mussed hair, making it stick up in several directions at once. He shot a swift, assessing look at Bo on his way to the kitchen. “How’re you feeling this morning, Bo? Okay?”
    “Mm-hm.” Bo snuggled closer, nuzzling the back of Sam’s neck. “I didn’t sleep much, but otherwise I feel fine. No fever at all that I can tell.”
    “Good.” From the kitchen came the sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing, followed by dishes rattling in a cabinet. “What about those weird spells? Are you still having those?”
    Behind Sam, Bo’s body tensed, but his voice when he answered was calm and relaxed. “Um. No. I haven’t had any more of those.”
    “And no more passing out? I assume you would’ve told me if that had happened again.”
“No, no more passing out.”
“That’s good to hear.” Dean came back into the
    living room, a cup of coffee in one hand and a slice of cold pizza in the other, and plopped into the armchair on the other side of the room. “How’s your leg?”
    Sam felt his eyes go wide. What’re you doing? he mouthed. Dean just smiled and bit off a huge mouthful of pizza.
    “My leg’s fine. Hasn’t bothered me enough to mention since Sunset Lodge.” Bo sounded honestly puzzled, which made Sam feel better. “Why do you ask?”
    Dean shrugged. “Just wondering. I thought I saw you rubbing your thigh yesterday.” He grinned over the rim of his mug. “Or was that Sam rubbing your thigh?”
    Bo chuckled, and Sam breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t easy to get information from Bo without him catching on, and Dean’s question had been a little too bold for comfort.
    “Well, anything more than mild physical stress makes it ache,” Bo said, tracing one of Sam’s ribs with his thumb. “So you probably did see me rubbing it. But that intermittent ache has been there ever since the surgery. Sunset Lodge is the only time it’s actually been what I’d call painful in months. It certainly hasn’t been more than mildly uncomfortable here.”
    “Good.” Dean squirmed sideways and slung both legs over one arm of the chair. “So. Looks like it might rain all day, what do y’all want to do?”
    “Doing it already,” Sam mumbled, pulling Bo’s arm tighter around him.
“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Bo nipped Sam’s shoulder.
Dean snickered around another mouthful of pizza. “You do realize the rest of us can’t cuddle with you, right?”
“Your loss.” Sam grinned, a little of his tension evaporating. “Are y’all going back to Mobile today?”
“Why, you trying to get rid of us? You want the house to yourselves so you can christen every room with your love juice?”
“We did that before y’all got here,” Sam said while Bo groaned and hid his face in the curve of Sam’s neck. “Now we just want the