Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

right.” Sam drew back enough to look into Bo’s eyes. Laying a hand on Bo’s cheek, he kissed the end of his nose. “It’s never been this good for me, Bo. Not with anyone else, ever. And I don’t just mean sucking each other off. The sex is amazing, but it’s everything else that makes us so good together. I just…I feel like we belong with each other. Does that make sense?”
“It does. I feel the same way.” A fierce, deadserious expression came over Bo’s face. “This isn’t wrong. What we have together. How can anyone else say it is? How dare they make that judgment?” He rested his forehead against Sam’s. “I love you, Sam. And you love me. Isn’t that what everyone wants? How can anyone believe that’s wrong?”
A familiar mix of affection, sadness and helpless anger curled in Sam’s chest. Not knowing what to say, he tilted his head and covered Bo’s mouth with his. Bo’s lips opened to him with a soft sigh. He plunged his tongue inside, drinking in the taste of salt, skin and their combined seed.
No, something this good could never be wrong. They both knew it, even if the rest of the world didn’t. After all they’d been through to get to this point, that was good enough for Sam.
Chapter Nine
    Dean returned at five o’clock on the dot, camera in hand. Detectives Parsons and Ramirez, he said, were interviewing staff and had given their permission for Sam, Bo and Dean to continue their investigation in the woods, provided they did not cross the line of police tape the uniformed officers had put up. The three of them gathered the equipment, donned jackets and hats, and headed out.
    The snow was still falling, but had tapered off. Not quite eight inches, Sam thought with a smile. Nevertheless, it was deep enough to trickle over the tops of his boots as they tramped up the path and onto the trail. The wind had died down, and the evening smelled of evergreens and biting cold.
    “We’re going up to Sunset Rock, right?” Dean asked, stopping on the path when they drew even with the boulder.
    Bo pursed his lips. “I’d like to, yes. Not just to watch the sunset, though. I think we need to document the EMF level at the rock, and let Sam feel it out psychically. We haven’t done that yet, and I think we should have the comparison between the rock and the woods.”
    “Sounds good.” Sam frowned when he noticed Bo favoring his right leg. “Is your leg worse again?”
“Yes, it is.” With no one around to see, Bo slid an arm around Sam’s waist and leaned against him. “That’s another good reason to go out to Sunset Rock, I think. The discomfort settles down when I’m at the lodge, but flares up every time I get close to this area. I’d like to consciously compare how it feels at Sunset Rock and other areas as opposed to the Lodge and the area where we saw the thing yesterday.”
“Even your injuries are subject to the scientific method.” Dean grinned. “You’re so hardcore.”
Bo laughed. “It’s a lifestyle.”
Sam took the notebook and pen out of his pocket. “Okay, we already have EMF levels from around the boulder and the place where we found the body. And, Bo, we’ve documented how your leg felt as well. Let’s document those same things right now for this spot, then at intervals as we’re walking to Sunset Rock, and at the Rock itself.”
“Good idea.” Bo gave Sam a smile which warmed him right through. “We’ll check about every twenty-five feet. It’s pretty often, but I’d rather have too much information than not enough.”
Dean plucked the EMF detector from the equipment bag he carried and turned it on. “EMF’s three point two here.”
Sam dated and timed a fresh page in the notebook and wrote down the number, then shut his eyes and let his mind float. Bo and Dean stood quietly waiting. The sound of some small animal scampering through the snow was the only thing to break the silence. He found only a faint trace of the energy he’d felt at the boulder, like the fading remains of an unpleasant odor. The sense of malevolent purpose he’d experienced with the portals remained absent.
“I’m picking up the same thing as before, only weaker.” Opening his eyes again, Sam scribbled down what he’d felt. “Bo? What about your leg?”
“The skin feels overly sensitive, similar to a developing bruise, or the way it feels when you have a fever. The muscle feels twitchy and a bit weak.” Bo rubbed a palm over his thigh. “Very much like it felt