What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

coworkers emerged into the relative brightness of the first floor hallway, Bo grabbed Sam’s wrist, holding him back. Sam started to ask what was wrong, but his words were cut off by Bo’s lips on his.
The kiss went deep, Bo’s arms clutching Sam close, one leg bending to slide their thighs together. Surprised, Sam could do nothing but answer Bo’s passion with his own. Not that there was anything else he wanted to do. As always, Bo’s kiss brought Sam’s world to a screeching halt. Nothing existed at that moment but Bo’s mouth hot and hungry against his, their bodies wound together.
It felt like ages before they finally pulled apart, though Sam knew it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. He could still hear the rest of the team talking, their footsteps echoing in the hall. “What was that for?” Sam whispered, leaning his forehead against Bo’s. “Not that I’m complaining, of course.”
The corners of Bo’s mouth turned up in a sweet, sexy little smile. “Just because I felt like it. Sometimes I want you so much I can’t stand it.”
Sam’s throat went tight. He wished it meant more than lust, but he wouldn’t count on it. Couldn’t. Pressing a light kiss to Bo’s lips, Sam forced himself to let go. “We should catch up. They’ll wonder what happened to us.”
“I don’t—” Bo broke off, biting his lip. He whirled around and strode out into the hall before Sam could utter a word.
Sam trailed behind, his mind in turmoil. For one white-hot moment, he’d been sure Bo was going to say “I don’t care.” The feverish desperation in those dark eyes spoke volumes.
But he didn’t say it, Sam thought bitterly. He never will. He’ll never stop being afraid.
The thought was too depressing. Angry at himself for being so morose—and for letting himself fall foolishly in love—Sam shoved his fears and doubts to the back of his mind and tried to concentrate on the job at hand.
Chapter Four
    It didn’t take long to run into the first snag. The tunnel’s single electrical outlet refused to work properly, and the closest outlet to the door was almost one hundred feet down the first floor hallway. After a brief discussion, Andre, David and Dean were sent out to buy more extension cords and pick up lunch.
    The group ate on the run, grabbing bites of subs and gulps of soda as they worked to get the equipment set up. Sam and Bo remained upstairs, sitting in two borrowed chairs in front of the folding table they’d placed just outside the tunnel door. They watched the pictures from the seven cameras come up one by one on the powerful laptop Bo had finally bought the previous month. The display was crystal clear, every crack in the stone visible.
    “Okay, that’s the last one,” David’s voice crackled over the radio. “How’s it looking?”
“Perfect.” Sam glanced at Bo. “What do you think, lights or night vision?”
Bo pursed his lips. “Hm. Night vision, I guess.”
“Use the night vision, David,” Sam repeated into the radio.
“’Kay. Andre, Dean, you got that?”
“Got it,” Andre answered.
“Yep,” Dean echoed. “Done.”
Rising to his feet, Bo thumbed his radio on. “Okay, turn the lights off, let’s make sure we’re getting good pictures with the night vision.”
Sam heard muffled voices, then the camera displays went dark. In the blackness, the stairs and tunnel walls glowed an eerie green.
“That’s good,” Bo said. “Come on up.”
The gleam of flashlights showed on the computer screen, followed by the three men climbing the stairs.
“Damn, it’s like a fucking sauna down there,” David complained, mopping the sweat from his forehead as he emerged into the hall. “Feels good up here.”
“It sure does.” Lifting his sweater up to his armpits, Dean fanned his belly. “I think next time we come here, I’ll wear a T-shirt.”
Sam tried not to look, but he couldn’t help it. Dean’s pale skin shone with sweat, putting sleek muscles and hipbones in sharp relief. His cheeks were flushed red, his hair clinging in damp tendrils to his neck and forehead. For once, he didn’t seem to be purposefully flirting. He pulled his sweater back down without a hint of his sly, seductive smile. Sam licked his lips, fiercely turned on by the unconscious sexiness Dean exuded when he wasn’t even trying.
“There’s water bottles in the bag there.” Andre gestured toward the plastic bag sitting beside the wall. “Figured we might need them, with the heat down